Each person could dress different. Each person could wear a different costume. Play a different part. But who we are is not what can be seen in the outside. We can’t put anyone in a box 📦 with a sticker on top defining them. As Shakespeare said the world is a stage and people are merely players. Everyone can wear different masks. Everyone can act, play a part, and fit a mold. Yet the story of a person’s past, thoughts, fears, and desires no one can truly know. So instead lets treat each other in a way that makes a person feel alive. Not defined. Not confined. When are you most genuine? When does impressing others cease? When are we mostly ourselves? Most importantly who can know when we aren’t playing a part? Only ourselves. You are more valuable than the clothes, make-up, and accessories we are sold. You are greater than the image we are told to become in order to be wanted and praised. Social stigmas, labels, stereotypes can’t define me, they can’t define you. You know when you are most beautiful? Without a costume. The costumes we wear are the attempt to assimilate to an image. Yet without it is being truly yourself, without the need of negative words because at being different, with no one like you, you can’t be told to look or be like anybody else. It would be like a square telling a triangle that they need to become rectangles or else they aren’t beautiful. No validation or preference of another towards you grants you your worth. But what inspires you to smile, what makes your heart beat to a rhythm that gets you up each day to paint a different stroke to the painting of your life. A painting that is never completed, until the day it becomes a masterpiece at the painting of the last stroke.
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