Counted Moments

There are some specific times and incidences
That divide your life in halves or more
You call them turning points or breaking points
But one thing is for sure
You, your life, your relationship, your beliefs,
Nothing remains same after that
You literally feel your life divided into segments
Separated by such moments.
It could be a death, a break up, an opportunity, an experience
But one thing is common in all
Truth— it reveals itself to you
In some or the other form.
Hitting you hard on your head
Forming a bump that contains your old self
Which soon goes away in healing
The old structures, patterns, compromises, desires, needs
Everything shatters down in one bit of a moment
Leaving you face to face
With your reality,
And you feel that the mirror
Which has been separating you from your image or reflection
Simply fades away
Into insignificance.
And you stand right in front of yourself
Ready for the talk.