Men and Women. 

Sons and Daughters.

Overlapping lives trying to relate with one anther, judge one another.

We scratch and scrape, betray, abandon. Whatever it takes to reach the top.

Once you get there it takes hold of you,

controls you, drives you. 

Humanity is ill in its fate to fade. But there are a relentless few that fight their way through the misery to the top and are remembered as a small blimp in history. Why fight so hard, fake so hard, to be somethnig youre not to be remembered for something meaningless. Something fading like smoke. Why waste your life chasing things for the sake of your own pride. Why?

Girls at school hide their thoughts and repeat cliche words with the hopes of being accepted. They destroy and bury what makes them unique out of fear of being looked down on, judged, singled out as a freak. Then there are the girls who deny their bodies what they need whether it be food or sleep, for boys or their friends, for acceptance. People want to be wanted. We hide who we are and put on a mask that we hope people will like because the pressure to be wanted is so unbearably strong. My mask. My mask was my voice. I hated it and so i never spoke. I didn't want the sound of my voice to reach peoples ears, i was afraid of being remembered for being oddly different. I was awkward and unattractive. I felt cast-out and excluded. There is nothing people want more than to be wanted. I wanted to be desired. In friendship in companionship, i wanted to be liked.

 My mask was my voice. But one day i could no longer stay silent the power of my God gave me the strength to overcome my insecurity. i had courage to embrace who was and pull back the curtain. My God made me who i am and made me for a purpose and perhaps that purpose doesn't involve fame or fortune, an easy life. But it will be my life, me. Living. So I spoke.