Be Real

It needs a certain jolt of immeasurable magnitude or something if immense influence to bring my thoughts to paper. And an earthquake did shake the foundations of my belief.

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People pass by, throwing you fleeting gazes. Standing by the side, as a pedestrian of life, you see people going on their daily routine with expectations and commitments hanging on stooping shoulders. Their faces are of strength and vigour and yet their hearts bear the scars of deceit, deception and cynicism. However, their eyes themselves betray their perfect façade, one without flaws or cracks. So smoothly polished and honed by countless times of concealment when society tends to take on the role as the judge. Their feelings and hurts, so apparent yet so cloaked.

And despite it all, we call ourselves friends of others. We are simply satisfied when a person throws at us a momentary smile even though it is plainly visible that they are hurting inside. We owe nothing to our friends but care and yet we allow them to wallow in their own sorrow and despair. Where is the umbrella which we must so gladly bear in order to protect those closest to us from the storms of life? And yes, I am deeply ashamed to be the guilty party, for the times not noticing, or the lack thereof. It really begs a self examination of who we really are and our sincerity in treating others.

Showing what is underneath; peeling off the layers to reveal what is behind the cosmetics. To show one’s true self, to bring to the fore the inner you from hiding requires courage and valor. Of this, I am trying to draw out. Being real takes as much practice as running and hiding. I guess it’s time to take it off. Been a long time coming, hasn’t it…