Ohh the masks that we wear. The masks we put on to satisfy our desires, to paint a picture of what we think others may want us to be, to satiate our ulterior motives....I was always a fan of people who let their true colors show regularly everyday. People who didn't fake the funk, who aired their dirty laundry, and were comfortable saying to the world "I am a work in progress".
My good friend and mentor calls the rigorously honest who walk among us "human becomings", rather than "human beings". She says that none of us have yet finished our development, none of us have yet "arrived".
I agree with her...which is why I have an affinity for waking up every morning and being me - in all my fabulously flawed and authentic glory- rather than a masked version of myself that will dupe the world into thinking I'm something that I'm not.
Because lets face it (no pun intended)...eventually the mask comes off, or melts off, or is ripped off, and your left staring into the mirror at who you really are, and....sometimes boys and girls...the reflection ain't so pretty.
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