Remove the Mask

 

   For most of my life, I lived behind a mask for the sake of survival.  I played a role that others wanted me to play, and I danced the way others wanted me to dance, but never once did I ever truly dance to the beat of my own drum or sing the song of my own heart.  I was a robot covered in flesh and bone because this world taught me that my value in life was worth nothing unless I did as I was told.  These words, thoughts, and feelings came early to me in life, so I embarked on a journey of never truly living out what my life was meant to be.  I simply had to conform to the way others desired.  I had to be something else other than myself in order to get ahead.  This was the mask I was living behind, only every now and then removing it in the hopes that a select few would not reject what they saw underneath, but it was never really living.  Indeed, it was only dying over and over again through the suffering and fear of rejection, and eventually it took everything I had gained.  I was finally a dead man, and I had a choice to make.  I chose to live. Read More...

Not So Natural

   Yes, there are the women who were born with a baby doll in their hands that grow up to pop out babies left and right with no drugs, A-B-C flash cards ready, and sport schedules color-coded on the kitchen wall. The bad part is, that everyone expects every woman and every new mom to feel this way. Eight out of ten women asked me after I had my first, “Don’t you feel like this is what you were born to do?” My response was always a polite smile, while I cringed inside. Don’t get me wrong, I loved every single inch of my daughter the second they placed her in my arms, but did I feel like I was born to be a mom? NopeRead More...

What I Am Made Of

   Growing up, I had my skepticism that there was some entity (God) watching over us all. The thought that something was watching over me wasn’t as comforting to me as it seemed to be for others. Although other kids thought it was cool, I couldn’t wrap my childhood mind around this belief. How can I believe in something I can’t see? This feeling still hasn’t changed now that I am an adult. Because I don’t believe in God, there are people out there who assume I have no path in life. I’m just searching for the right path for me, wherever that may lead me. Read More...

 Resurfacing

   When I reflect on my adolescent self, I have to smile at my insecurities. I desperately wanted to change everything about myself – from my appearance to my mannerisms and personality. I didn’t have any concept of inner peace and satisfaction.  I only wanted to better myself in every way possible. I don’t think I fully got comfortable until my thirties, and perhaps even now I’m still calming the urge to fight an unnecessary battle with my body or my assertiveness. Maybe it’s just human to want a makeover, whether it’s with your wardrobe or your life. Read More...


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