"What Maupassant Reflects in the Mirror"

When people are cornered,

Perhaps the outline of that person's "goodness" will emerge.

When I reread Maupassant's "Block of Fat,"

I always feel a chilling breeze passing through the depths of my chest.

It was so ridiculous it made me laugh.

A familiar shadow silently watches me.

People who initially seemed kind,

Even the slightest shift in circumstances can reveal a different side of it.

The change is not dramatic; rather, it's an extension of everyday life.

That's why it hurts.

And somehow, it's endearing.

Maupassant does not condemn.

All you have to do is place a mirror there.

How we interpret what is reflected in that mirror is left up to us.

"The lump of fat" asks me questions again today.

To what extent is your kindness genuine?

Even if circumstances change, would you still be able to stick with that choice?

When you stand before that question,

I gently trace the outline of my own shadow with my finger.

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