I don’t kill, I don’t hurt others, I may not like being in crowds, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love people. I love animals, I love to walk, I love to dream, I love to write, I love to read, I love to stay still. I’m not a doctor, I’m not a CEO, I’m not a lawyer, I’m not an Engineer. I’m an artist, and that’s who I am. Is that so hard to accept?
“You should be a CEO. You should be a lawyer. You should be a private investigator.”
“You should be,” is what I’ve heard so many times. But, how about who I want to be? Why can’t some people accept who I really am? If I’m not self-destructing or hurting others, if what I do makes me happy, why can’t they accept it? I’m not going to succumb to peer pressure and follow what others think I should do. I never have and I don’t plan to do it any time for the rest of my life. I’m going to follow my dreams and leave the legacy I was born to pass on. Money isn’t everything. Money isn’t going to buy me immortality, but my dreams are going to grant me everlasting happiness. Whenever my time comes, I want to close my eyes and smile knowing I achieved my happiness and inspired others.
I have two choices, let others rule my life and become the woman I shouldn’t be, or realize my dreams and become the woman I was born to be. I choose the latter.
We all the ability to hide secrets and express both, physically and emotionally, who we really are. We have 2 masks; one that covers our soul, and the other that covers our physique. Our comfort with locking our feelings and ambitions are reflected on these masks. We’re in control of what we perceive as assumptions of what others may want to find out about us. This prevents us from sharing what they want to know; just us, and the fact we don’t live where the grass the greener.
There are times when we are comfortable sharing what’s behind our masks, but once we find the right person to share it with, it becomes easier to unveil our true self. One must remember, those who who came into your life to bring out the best in you, have already unveiled your mystery, not because they secretly dug out your locked memories, but because you (unaware of it) opened up to them. They stay by your side, because they accept who you are, and because they also wear these masks. Wearing these masks shouldn’t be visible to anyone but you, but what needs to be visible are your experiences behind them. It is easy to filter our approaches and thoughts, but it takes a master to represent ourselves naturally.