Be the You- You Were to BE

I started this blog out of a reaction to hating the poser I had become, I was afraid to let people see the real me,

OK, maybe I was afraid to let myself see the real me!

After all I am still discovering who the real me is.

Being Real is something that I am finding to be a cultural norm to pose as someone whom you want others to see, for if they knew the real you, they might not like you, or maybe they might reject you.

“be yourself- not your idea of what you think somebody else’s idea of yourself should be.”
― Henry David Thoreau

The real person I am today is not based on what I have done, accomplished, succeeded at, nor is the real  me based on what I have not done, not accomplished or failed at.  The real me is not behavior based, I am much deeper than that.

The real me is not what I post on Facebook or Twitter for my ‘friends’ and ‘followers’ to take note of,

I must be much more than that!

Or am I?

Why is it so difficult to be me, the real me, not the counterfeit?

Why do “others” matter when it comes to being real?

I guess, to be me, means knowing who I am to the deepest part of my soul- it is a rare day that I am able to go to that level of knowing myself.

But go there we must, or else reality is not real at all.

Jeremiah 1:5 The Message

“Before I shaped you in the womb,
    I knew all about you.
Before you saw the light of day,
    I had holy plans for you:
A prophet to the nations—
    that’s what I had in mind for you.”

Psalm 139:13-16 The Message

Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
    you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
    Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
    I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
    you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
    how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
    all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
    before I’d even lived one day.

God knows who I am!?  This is both a statement and a question.

This is part of the process of being real, if not the process- knowing that I am made, created, designed to be more than the sum of my experiences whether positive or negative.  The real me is not what is seen, but what is unseen- sounds a bit like faith.

My world needs the real me,

Your world needs the real you!

~EsseRealis

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