I am glad that no one can really see the real me
it's one of those things we try really carefully to hide away in an old box somewhere...
and through it all, as we try to be honest with ourselves
we realize that sometimes we try to hide the real "me" from "me"
I dont' want to hide, I dont want to subsist in an old brown box
waiting for my grandchildren to find out that I was this or into that and wondering why they never saw that -- only a kind old lady feeding them cookies
believing and living a life that actually matters
is all I want
so why is it so hard, to even be honest with ourselves?
1 comment:
hmmm... well i definitely love old ladies with cookies :) i think sometimes we're supposed to 'die' to the real 'me'... so maybe it's good if we aren't always true to ourselves? i think being "real" is a new-agey philosophy, whereas we should be focused on denying ourselves and picking up the cross... you know? just some thoughts.
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