Warts and All
It is easy in this relatively anonymous and somewhat ethereal space known as the blogosphere to don a mask, no matter how seemingly comfortable, to present to those we probably will never meet.
No one is one thing, ever and always.
The face with the eternal smile is nothing more than a mask. Its sole purpose is to hide those thoughts and feelings one wishes not to share or expose to the harshness of light.
We each harbor secrets of sin, lust, betrayal, and bitterness, sometimes, even love.
The question is how comfortable in our masks we truly are.
Mere acknowledgement that the mask exists is not enough, not nearly enough.
At the moment, mine only has a slight smile. The eyes are bright and hint of sadness. The faint humor in the expression belies the darkness surrounding the heart.
It is all there: the full range of human emotion in varying degrees for all to see, just behind the mask; the trepidation of revealing too much struggling with the fear of not revealing enough; the need to share, and the desire to be heard and understood.
Too much, never enough.
So, here I am, warts and all.
No one is one thing, ever and always.
The face with the eternal smile is nothing more than a mask. Its sole purpose is to hide those thoughts and feelings one wishes not to share or expose to the harshness of light.
We each harbor secrets of sin, lust, betrayal, and bitterness, sometimes, even love.
The question is how comfortable in our masks we truly are.
Mere acknowledgement that the mask exists is not enough, not nearly enough.
At the moment, mine only has a slight smile. The eyes are bright and hint of sadness. The faint humor in the expression belies the darkness surrounding the heart.
It is all there: the full range of human emotion in varying degrees for all to see, just behind the mask; the trepidation of revealing too much struggling with the fear of not revealing enough; the need to share, and the desire to be heard and understood.
Too much, never enough.
So, here I am, warts and all.
posted by Feisty at 12:44 PM
10 Comments:
You are a beautiful composition. A work of emotional art and a divine mystery dear. Warts and all.
Ha! Brand new blog and you already have comment spam.
As for those warts, they also make up a part of your charm.
A quiet place where you can shoot the shit. Sounds good.
I think most of us wear many masks. I know I do. I like to think it's normal. ;-) I change them based on everyone else's expectations... of which I seem to never quite live up to.
You are so right, Bou, you are so right.
I've felt that way myself.
It's odd that probably more women feel that way than men.
Is this what we teach our daughters?
I think it's a matter of survival. Pure and simple.
oh alex,
you made my freaking day!! you did, i am so glad to know you and so glad you sent the link!! warts? hon, i know what you're saying, but you beautiful inside and out..
I don't get it.
Nicely said, Alex.
Like the new coop! ;)
so glad to have 'stumbled' upon you, alex!
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