Stand in the Light

One way or the other we all find ourselves, at some point, living in a closet, afraid to step out of it and be seen who we are, afraid to step out of the shadows. Afraid that we won’t be accepted, afraid at what others would have about you, what the world would say about you. And so we chose to stay in our closets, comfortable to be in there, very often putting up an act, putting up wall, never allowing anyone to come close, never allowing anyone to come in. It’s take great courage, great strength, balls, to let people in, to let others see us the way we are, a little broken, a little damaged, our imperfections, our weirdness, our eccentricities, our insecurities, perfectly imperfect in our own way.

And so we choose to let people see what they want to see, what we would like them to see, hiding away a part of ourselves we feel would not meet their expectations, hiding behind a wall, hiding behind a mask that lets us conceal ourselves, that lets us hideaway our imperfections. All because we are not comfortable in our own skin.

The world can be a cold and lonely place, always judgemental of things, fast to blame, but slow to praise. Always remembering and reminding us about our mistakes, never bothering when we get it right. But are we living to earn the praises of others, what about the expectations we have for ourselves? What about doing things for ourselves? We are much to blame as much as we blame. We love playing the victim, love wallowing in our own misfortunes, never much trying to rise from it. Let’s face it, though we may complain of being judged, we in our own way are judgemental, cause it’s easier to judge than be judged, the shoe is always tighter when it’s on the other foot. 

We have no qualms with checking out others but feel violated if we are on the receiving end, and god forbid if it happens to a person of the same sex. We refrain from using words, not wanting to utter them, cause they want to appear uncouth,  politically and socially incorrect, or just embarrassed to utter then, but in doing so are disrespectful to others.

Sometimes I wonder how butt kissers, bootlickers, can live with themselves with what they do to climb up the ladder, never bothered on who’s toe they stamp, who the pull down, so they can move up. Doesn’t their conscience ever prick them? And then you have those who are the receiving end, don’t they realise that they would dropped like a sack of hot potatoes, once their purpose is served?

In the end, we are a Facebook and Instagram generation, everything we do we post, we tweet about it, pics for likes, trying to increase the likes and followers, never truly realising that these likes and followers are only for what they see, never trying to get to know you, and will disappear just liked fair weather friends, cause what we show them to is a filtered, edited and diluted version of you.

This is who I am inside

This is who I am, I'm not going to hide

'Cause the greatest risk we'll ever take is by far

To stand in the light and be seen as we are