Every time i look in mirror i see old spooky man staring at me , scary , who is he , what is he doing there , where is he coming from .... it is very scary and i do not know what to do . Do i call homeland security or police or maybe just buy another mirror ?

I've seen him too. He's one nasty piece of work. Only way to deal with him is to smash the mirror to pieces with an axe then burn it. The mirrors, however, seem to be a portal in time and space. He can travel through any one of them. Once he's latched on to your being, he will follow you everywhere. The only way to be safe is to destroy any mirror you come across. This is harder these nights than it was in the past, what with CCTV everywhere, and everyone carrying cameras in their pockets.

My outside doesn’t match the way I feel inside. And I find it depressing.

How do we come to terms with that? How do I let myself age in a positive way? How do I accept the fact that I no longer look the way I did in my forties or in my fifties?

I’m going to be totally honest here: I miss the way I used to look.

@BouldRake

Is your display image your real photo?

I just ranted about this a couple of weeks ago, as it happens. Allow me to quote myself.

Quote:Every crease on your face tells a story. Every single one of them. You earned those, they tell the story of who you are, where you've been, what you've done. A simple glance at the face of another, and you can see so very much.

There is an idiom that you cannot judge a book by it's cover - and this is true, but you can tell how much it costs, and you can read the blurb. No, I don't know what that sad bit in Chapter 8 is, and I don't know what had you laughing to the early hours of the morning in chapter 14 - but I know it's there.

They say beauty comes from within, but this doesn't mean ignore what somebody looks like - quite the opposite. It means ones inner self projects into their physical form over the fullness of time.

That imperfection you're covering up, it's not an imperfection, it's you. Those wrinkles you're trying to hide, that's a story you're trying to unwrite. Those muscles that aren't quite manly enough for you, those breasts that aren't quite big enough for you, that six pack that's more like a beer barrel, or those stretch marks that aren't quite faint enough.

Stop hiding them. They're not ugly. They're you.

Not sure but i think my body is made in wrong factory , maybe in China , cheap stuff

rmalten wrote: @BouldRake

Is your display image your real photo?

Yes, but it's deliberately posed. I'm not that scary all the time.

It is kind of funny the way we often view our life as one stage instead of multiple stages.

Birth is a stage. Childhood is a stage. Young adulthood is a stage...and so on.

Life is a gift and as we grow through the stages, we have experiences that define who
we are and what we have lived.

The next time you see that stranger in the mirror, smile real big because he/she will
smile back at you. Be happy because you are one of the few that have experienced
life longer, than many others that did not get the chance to go through all life stages.

That's the way I look at it.

In my heart, I'm still about 20, wearing bell bottoms and driving around in an old Volkswagon band listening to Jim Hendrix. And then I look in the mirror and wonder what the heck happened. All I can hope for is to retain a sense of humor and age gracefully like Betty White.

Most people
want to live long
but don’t want to age.
I see a problem here.

Dzogchen Ponlop Rinpoche