I’m different.
Very different. And the world doesn’t know what to do with me.
It’s so numbed to the idea of color and rainbow, they just don’t know what to do with me.
“The place for you is on stage, in fiction, or books! You can’t be in this world! This world is for The Real.”
It’s true. I was born within the Abstract.
I dance and move and sing. My crown on my head, my flowing gowns… Costumes? No. These are my clothes.
They see me and they look about. Expecting to see a Unicorn behind me. “Oh, there must be Comi-Con in town.”
“No. This is me. I’m real.”
I see their puzzled looks. “You’re a Storybook character…” They are puzzled.
I know the Logical Comprehension in their minds… There is no place for me there. But here I am. I am real. All the things you were told couldn’t be, I stand before you “being” everything they told you I wasn’t.
It makes you stop and ask… “What is real, after all?”
“If you’re not an actor. And you’re not in costume. If you’re not on stage or in show, then what are you doing here? Dressed about in colors and rainbows?
You’re not drab and black or gray or dead. You’re not dying or wearing a mask! I don’t understand! You can’t be real! You’re everything I was told I couldn’t!”
I see their anger rise and they shout at me. But I stand strong and wait.
I know their anger is really because of the truth they’re starting to see.
If I am real. And I can be all that I am in Truth.
Then why are you wasting your life wearing a painful mask of lies?
What has it all been for, you may be wondering.
Why did I have to spend my life wearing masks. Denying Dreams.
Living Lies that were not mine?
Now here I stand being me. In truth all as I am.
Showing those who are dying to live that all the dreams they dreamed inside
never had to be denied.
And what you’re really feeling is grief at the reminder of what you gave up inside.
I could be no other way.
I am what I am.
I hid myself away inside the Eternal Abstract far away.
But no more. I am free. And I am not hiding.
It is not I who has to change.
This is me. This is truth. This is what is real.
Imagination. Materialization. and Dreams.
Reality is not what is.
Reality is what we want.
Reality is what we desire deep down, materialized, realized, or not.
Reality is not a mask.
Reality is not a lie.
Reality is the naked truth, the one most fear to show.
The Abstract belongs to this world.
The Material is just where the Abstract comes to Be.
I am Abstract, Ambassador of The Abstract, I am Abstract Personified.
If it is sense you wish to make of me, the Abstract, thus am I.
Reality is not what you were told.
Reality is not what “is.”
Reality is what we want and dream.
Reality is what could be.
“Fiction” does not exist.
Story is all real.
Metaphorical Abstract is what Story is.
Truth is what we want deep inside.
So when I say I am a Mermaid.
And when I desire to be a God.
My reality is that I am a God… a God of Mermaids… says I.
The greatest glass ceiling of all, is not the 9 to 5 job.
It is not the rat race, the parent’s approval.
The Greatest Glass Ceiling is you.
When you change the meaning of “Real”
And you expand the concept of “Truth”
What you find deep inside, in all of your Self
Is that Your Truth is Your Real.
The greatest Fear that we have
Is the Greatest Fear of the Unknown
And our Greatest Unknown is inside the Self
Buried beneath all the Masks.
The greatest Unknown is your own Truth
that defines your Real Dreams.
For when you reach down deep inside
Your Reality is shaped by your Dreams.
To thine own self be true. – Shakespeare