Here is a question for you think about:
who is the real you, and how would you know the real you, is you?
I find myself often playing the role of the poser, the counterfeit me. This is both humorous and sad in the fact that I am mastering the role of the poser,
but the real me is awkwardly exposed.
The poser me, is the counterfeit me and I don’t even realize how I am ripping myself off.
I am ripping off my co-workers,
my family, my wife, my children-
Why would I want to rip off people I care for, people who care for me?
Oscar Wilde wrote,
What did he mean by that? Have we become so accustomed to fake living that real living seems like a pose?
That is part of the problem with the culture in which we find ourselves part of-
posing is natural and accepted,
after-all no one really wants to know the real me, and I for one do not want people to know the real me- what would they think?
I would like to suggest a shift-
Be Real and leave the posing for the actors- that’s why they get paid!