That man wearing the expensive suit and driving that expensive car and with that expensive haircut – there is a man who is fake, a man who feels sadness, a man who needs fulfillment in his life.
The woman behind the shabby apron and torn outfit, with the hair falling in her face to hide the bruise, who is frustrated and tired – there is a woman who is scared and fragile, who wants more, who is searching for something else.
A boy who is taking his frustrations on someone else; making someone else feel less than him, making someone else feel bad with pain – there is a boy who is looking for something more in his life, something better, because he is empty and needs to be complete.
That girl who is consuming to exist, struggling, using her body, making someone else feel good – there is a girl who is weak in search for more, in search for herself, a chance, a better person, a better path and a better journey.
Are these people all the same?
Do they have needs and wants and desires?
That man, the woman, a boy, that girl: are there things missing in their lives, things that need to be found, areas of their lives that are vacant that need to be filled with something?
Are they looking for joy, happiness, appreciation, searching for love, value and looking to be noticed?
Those exteriors, those actions, those fronts, those pretends – do they really help, do they really bring something to their lives, that fulfill them?
I just want to see them how they are with their thoughts – who they are with their true actions.
I have my thoughts, I may talk funny and I may not use the correct speech and I make mistakes and have typos on my blog, and I may not use the correct words; but that is who I am.
I am not pretending to be something I am not. Or am I? I am who I am, but I pretend to be more.
That man is no longer; he no longer feels sadness and has found some fulfillment in his life.
The woman is no longer; she is strong and secure, no longer searching for something else.
A boy may still exist; but he continues to search to be better, there is still some emptiness and completeness that needs to take place.
That girl may still struggle some; but she is finding a chance, a better person, a better path and a better journey.
Those people; that man, the woman, a boy and that girl – all those people are me at some point in my life.
I had needs and wants and desires. And I Was Pretending.
I have needs and wants and desires. And I Am Still Pretending.
I pretended to be someone I was not. I pretend to be someone I want to be. I am not pretending to be who I am.