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Mirror Mirror on the wall, who's the saddest of them all?

If what I see is not quite right, it's from the lies I tell myself at night.

I woke up once. I woke up twice in the middle of the night, never asking the bright light, is that me I see causing such a fright? Or is it me, a reflection of me, really me? Which me, do I see, in spite? For if what I see I don't believe is true, then who else can I tell it to? If not to me, then not to you.

We all grow old, or so we're told. A short time bought. A "long" time sold. Maybe a time to agree and embrace what is meant to be. If I don't look, I won't see the beauty that will always be me. I will weep the deep of the seas and not seek its mysteries to find its treasures that lie still inside of me. I won't search the shells, the pebbles, the sands, to unfurl the pearls, to keep in my hands, as the ocean rushes, swirls, and twirls, will the time I'll spend fearing the inevitable meaning of the tide ..…..not remembering its' eternal ebb and flow….I will simply come. I will simply go.

I am still me. This, I will always be. If I have lost sight, I wish, I may, I wish I might see once again the clear, the bright. For at the end of the day, it's only I who has lost his will to fight and speak what's true, to be forthright. While in my youth, I ran so quickly. From the thin to the thick, not missing a lick, I took in all that was mine to pick. Until one day, you wake up sick only to ask, is this now it?

I will make more room in my life to make life fit. I'll remember the wonder in the thunder…..the pain in the rain…..the loss in my gain, the Gin in my win, the fun in the sun, the quiet in the none.

These are my gifts in life I drop and lift. The slow and the swift. I'm trading the noise for the poise, the flaws for the awes, the stops for the goes.

As I confess, there is no more and no less. Just the best.

I Live how I will. I "will" how I live………life is brought to be shared….. not scared……but sacred.

If I wait for life to bring me old, I'll forget the truth I never told........ but, eternity will remember the lies I used to sell my soul.

Live long, live well. Love strong, love all.

Joey Santos is a Celebrity Chef, Life Stylist & Co-Host of The Two Guys

From Hollywood Podcast on iHeart Radio.

A Columnist for The Eden Magazine since 2016.

Joey was raised in NYC, Malibu, and West Hollywood. He is the son of Film & Television Actor Joe Santos, and his Grandfather is World-Renowned Latin Singer Daniel Santos. To follow Joey on IG: @jojoboy13

To contact Joey; whynotjoe@gmail.com

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