The Nose

To me it had always been so much more than a nose. The nose only represented something larger. The nose was a bridge between two points. One representing the past and the other representing the future. The nose was a symbol. The symbol of discontent and the eternal quest for harmony. In it - I saw myself.

To the nose, it had probably seen itself as a metaphor for the change it had been through. It had started off with the fullest of potential but slowly had whittled itself to nothing - a hollow reminder of it's former glory.

The nose was always trying not to be defined by its past. Always attempting to get over the pain of past hurts to find balance, but forever falling short of its natural beauty.

I will always wonder - if the nose had ever learned to accept himself, to acknowledge the pain, to move past it and to forgive? That eventually, it had been able to see itself in the mirror and just love itself for being, no longer caring what others thought, being comfortable in its own skin.

In the end, I'd like to believe that the nose did!