Do you like who you are? | 08/01/2009 |
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Who out there can honestly say they like who they are? I mean who they really are? All their "flaws" and quirks and idiosyncrasies. Can people really see perfection inside imperfection, love what they hate, tolerate the intolerable.
I can't. I was recently asked, "Mike, do you like yourself?" My answer was no. I see all of my physical imperfections, I constantly remember my past and all the people I've hurt. I can't stand myself!
I came across a writing a few years ago by an anonymous author. It reads:
"Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear. I wear a mask. I wear thousands of masks, masks that I am afraid to take off and none of them are me.
Pretending is an art that is second nature to me but don't be fooled. For my sake, don't be fooled. I give the impression that I am secure, that all is sunny and unruffled within me as well as without; that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, that the water is calm and I am in command; and that I need no one. But, don't believe me, please. My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is a mask, my ever-varying and ever-concealing mask.
Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness. But I hide that. I don't want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed. That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind - a nonchalant, sophisticated facade - to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance she knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only salvation and I know it. That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that liberates me from myself, from my own self-constructed prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect. It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself - that I am really something - someone special.
Please love me."
Every individual is unique. They all have their own demons they must battle on a daily basis. They have their own likes and dislikes. No one is exactly the same.
Is it possible as a human race to see the good in a person instead of the bad? Can we possible understand where those "bad" qualities came from? What do we really know about the people we encounter every day - their hurts, fears, pain, confusion, past, mistakes? Would you want others to judge us for that? Discuss - what do you think?
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Mike's address is located on the front page of this diary. He would love to receive even a slight post card or encouragement letter during this tough time. Please remember that he's not allowed "pen pals" but can have friends write him so if you do write him please act like you're his friend. Also, if you want to know anything about Mike and his crime you need to write him. This is not my place to tell everyone his business. If he wants to tell you, he will. If not, oh well.
Queenbutterfly helps control this diary.
I will always include pictures of the letter to prove that this is real.
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