Thursday, August 15, 2002
How do you think it is that we are so willing and able to hide ourselves from the world? Everyday we wake up, shower, get dressed, get our day going. Think of how easy it is to transform into a different person when we put all these things together, shoes, shirt, make-up, hairstyle, we have such a selection when it comes to diversity. So when are we real? Are we ever really and truly ourselves? Don't you think that person is still in bed, hiding under the blanket, not showing their face so they don't have to see who they really are? What if we woke up, showered, got dressed, went on with our day to find that we really didn't like the things we've surrounded ourselves with, the things and actions we call our life? I think that’s why we really stay in bed and hide under that blanket. It's easier to stay in such a comfortable place where no one sees you. So what happens when we find ourselves in a situation where we've found an attachment to another person? Who are we really attached to? Because isn't that person doing the same thing we are doing, hiding under that blanket? If they are, what are we so attracted to? Are we ever really in love, or in love with the idea of being in love? It's not understandable. So are there moments when we get caught off guard, when we are that person hiding under the blanket? Is that who we fall in love with? Every single person can be accepted for their "good qualities", but its when you catch that small glimpse of someone with their guard down, that's really when you love. When someone does the smallest thing, rather it be a slip of the tongue, or an action they do instinctively, that’s when we really see them. Sometimes that action can be so beautiful that we don't know what to do or say. We are just stunned, sometimes its acknowledged, and sometimes it just makes us wrap that blanket around us even tighter. But, once we know that potential to be so beautiful is in a person, we want so badly to show that person that we've got that potential in us too. That we are truly beautiful and we wonder what it would be like to share our little world under that blanket with that person. What if their world is just as safe and nice as yours? It's so hard to share our real selves with others, how do you gain that trust? How do you crawl into that bed, under those covers, and wrap yourself so tightly with that other person? What if it goes wrong? Why are we so scared? What if the real you wants something so bad and for the first time you don't know how to get it. You've never gotten out of that bed, from under that blanket, and wandered out into the real world? We are forced to look at who we really are, we have all these new feelings when we're exposed to new things, every thing we encounter feels that newness. It's a rebirth of sorts I suppose, to love. To wake up and see everything with virgin eyes, not the same ones you had before, but the ones you hid. I think when this happens there is little pain, we cry, but it doesn't hurt, it becomes a beautiful thing, something we are almost relieved to have happen. It becomes proof of our soul, our ability to love and experience what we were meant to experience.
Anonymous
♥Oh, so vintage... 12:58 AM
