Written: March 23rd, 2010
Continually hiding behind shades of ourselves. We are untested, unproven as individuals, instead only established as conformed shells constructed as a blueprint of proper disposition.
Constantly required to bare our mask, strapped firmly upon our face in fear of letting our soul escape our eyes. Individuality is but a lost ruin, with any indication being worn from the time it's been concealed. Time progresses, and actuality turns to probability, probability to possibility, and possibility to complete and utter absence of personal characteristics.
The mask we are given is portrayed in layers, each one with it's own apocryphal statements. Who is really underneath this deceptive cloak? Playing your part in this carnival, this endless Mardi Gras, you lose what forms the creature underneath it all.
In this life, in these days, we have to make a choice, through our own volition, to let life melt our layers one at a time, slowly pushing us towards or inevitable end; Or, to rush the process and be who we are now. Why conform to what is expected, when happiness will truly come through unconformity.
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