there are very few things that I "hate" in this life... fake is one of them. fake anything. the fake things I hate the most are those that I see, discover, or unintentionally realize are in me...
I don't want to talk about it and I suspect you don't either. But a relevant status message just can't be ignored like that. Out of all the stupendous and totally boring things I read daily, this one I owe a thought or two. Having spent the better part of the last several years in self discovery allowing the onion to peel, so to speak,there remains, still, a falseness I wish to banish forever.
I don't find it necessary to detail the discoveries as the details are not important. The bare naked truth is where the freedom resides. We need not hate the discovery and realization that within us lies character traits of an untruthful nature. It is these very discoveries that brings us closer to realness. The problem more specifically is that we choose to ignore what we know about ourselves. And we do know ourselves!
...the courage to change the things we can suddenly comes to mind. How much do we hate the fake within thus becomes the question. Enough to change? I go back to a time in my youth as a mouthy, sarcastic teenager. I hated me for it, yet, I could never seem to rid myself of this character defect. I would think on these things. I was aware of my behavior and I was ashamed. And try as I may to alter myself, I found myself returning over and over to the same actions. The truth is, this followed me way beyond adolescence to a time, as an adult, it was very much unacceptable.
It would be years before I discovered change of this nature was way beyond any power I thought I had. But change, itself, was possible. I would need the help of a Power much greater than I to accomplish this, however. As I grew in my knowledge of being made anew, I could no longer avoid changing the things I could. I asked for the courage and have continually been granted that over the years. Courage to look at myself , to consider what was good within and what was not. Sometimes I danced around the truth, and sometimes I still do. But in the end, when I am alone with me, I still am very aware of the fake things in me. We may dance longer than necessary but grace and mercy endures. Thankfully.
I can't think of anything more purposeful in this life than to advance fully into who I was meant to be, to discover the individual God intended.The funny thing is, while there isfake within me....I don't pretend there's not.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
- Shakespeare -