The masks we too often wear and the special friends who see beneath them. |
Hold my dreams and screams within behind a silver screen disguised by a smile: the worldly me. A performance destined for an Oscar nomination or obscurity. We're all actors or actresses on this stage called Earth in the theatre of God's amusement in the West End of the galaxy acting cocky, acting blasé, acting confident, acting brave; stage fright suppressed along with so much else. Sometimes as we sweat in our costumes the spotlight becomes like the desert sun. Sometimes acting becomes a chore and we ache for something more. We're all strangers but there's no strangeness like the strange solitude we carry inside. We're all strangers searching, watching our fellow thespians, waiting for the special ones to come. The ones who will tear away our masks, see the truth beneath and not recoil but love us for who we really are despite our imperfections; the ones with whom a performance is not required, the ones from whom we don't have to hide; the ones who take mere friendship and make of it a priceless treasure expanding it with words and actions straight from the heart, forming lasting connections between their souls and ours. When the special ones appear do not deny them or take them for granted for they are very few. Allow them to be who they are as they allow you. Return their love in kind and you'll be special too. |