Jan
5
That was my pretending moment.
We all play characters. We pretend. We fake. We hide. We lie. We make up. We distort. We transform. We wish our insides were made of modeling clay. Add this to please more. Rub this out not to disappoint. How good it feels to create our own reality.
But just like those masks, the feeling of appreciation and self-satisfaction they provide never lasts long. Clay is as easy to model as it is to demolish. No one wants to lean on such fragile shoulders and no one wants to hold such cold hands. The only ones we’ll ever convince are ourselves.
