Day 78 "Who Am I?"

So many faces to wear, so many colors to show, and so many reflections staring back from the mirrors surface.

Have you ever questioned who you really are? 

Are you made up of a million events that have led you to this moment? Are you the person that you were always destined to become? 

When do we know when we have arrived?

How can anyone possibly know who they are unless they become vulnerable? Unless they drop their defenses and rip off the mask that sits upon their face? 

How can anyone know who they are until they succumb to gravity, willingly?

To your close friend you might show your weakness and honesty, and yet to a stranger you might hide all of your fears in the hopes too impress.

Is this what it means to love? 

To let your guard down? 

To relinquish control of your defenses? 

To stand emotionally and spiritually naked before the object of your affections?

To let them see you for all of your fears, and all of your dreams…and all your failures?

Is this what it means to know yourself? 

To remove every ideal that others have placed in your mind? 

To listen to the voice inside that forces you to ask the questions that you fear the answers to? 

Is this the purest state that I can have? This state of vulnerability and gravity?

Is this me?

Which mask is not a mask at all?

Who am I?

Can I ever find my way back to myself?

Will I ever find my way back home?

Will I ever know more than these questions?