A monkey in silk is a monkey no less

Think about it, I know it might sound strange but we are who we are, we can try to be someone else but can you honestly tell me just how long that will last?

Why are we never happy with who we are, who we really are? Do we even know who we are? Sometimes I think not, we are bombarded by what society and other’s say we are that we forget that we have a soul, that we have a core that is constant, that never changes.

Sure the clothes that we put on reflect a certain image to the world, but that is just the image we want to project. I can be a the most vulnerable person on earth only to wear “heavy metal gear” to make myself look stronger, meaner, less vulnerable. For a Board Meeting I will wear a suit that costs a fortune to make myself look smart, professional and give the impression that I know what I am doing when in fact I am a quivering wreck.

We can dress ourselves up, we can change our appearance, we can adopt others way of speech, others way of acting, body language, just about anything we can morph into… but how long does it last before our true character comes out?

The truth of who we are will always come out, perhaps not so evident to everyone else, perhaps more to ourselves. It is this truth that we so often run from to the point that sometimes, when we do let our façades slip, we get upset with ourselves for “letting ourselves” down.

Are we ever happy with ourselves?

If we don’t know who we really are how can we ever expect to love ourselves, be happy with who we are, who we really are? Do we run from ourselves, our core natures, because they do not “fit” in with everyone else around us? What makes us think that everyone else is so perfect? Just because they seem to have it together it doesn’t necessarily mean they really do, perhaps, just perhaps, they are faking just like us…

In the past I lived a fake existence, it served a purpose and I do not regret it. By absorbing and reflecting others “fake cores” I was able to get through a tough time in my life where I was surrounded by a society that did not reflect who I was or how I was. If I had not done it I would not have been able to survive the years that I did, I would not have managed to find roof’s over my head, not managed to sell my art, or make money. Why do I say this? Because one of our greatest fear is being ostracised by who we really are, that is a true reality and happens often, we want to belong. Perhaps I was wrong about the culture of the society I grew up in, I believe I was not, those people were all fake and couldn’t stand the idea of genuine, they proved it to me many times. I kept this shroud of “fakeness” around me for a long time, only letting my true self shine after knowing someone for a while, each time I did I was shocked that they accepted me for who I was, they didn’t run.  Still to this day I am shocked that people like me for me, the genuine me, how funny is that? … or rather how sad is that?

The greatest gift to ourselves is knowing who we are, really are, and loving ourselves for it. Every second person I speak to, if asked what is at their core, they look at me and then start rattling off preconceived notions of the person standing next to them with a sheepish look in their eyes. They reflect what they think others want to hear, what I want to hear.

There is one fact to life that we can’t run from, that it is far easier to recognise others core qualities and reflect them on to ourselves than to take the journey into our deepest depths and acknowledge who we really are, what our core is.

Fake it till you make it by all means, wear a suit to give yourself confidence and to change the perceptions held by others but don’t let it change who you really are. Being fake has its purposes we must just remember not to allow that fake to become our reality.

Get to know yourself, your true self, love yourself for who you are and remember that it really is a gift to everyone else not only to you.

Genuine people inspire others to be genuine, to be themselves… spread the genuine and not the fake, perhaps you will be surprised that people appreciate you more than you know. We are all special and unique in our own right, each has a purpose, don’t shroud your true beauty for it is what we crave to see.

I want to see the real you not the fake you cover in.

Know yourself, be yourself, love yourself and allow us to love you just the way you are…

I like you, do you?

I wonder…

I wonder how many times you’ve been had
And I wonder how many plans have gone bad
I wonder how many times you had sex
I wonder do you know who’ll be next
I wonder I wonder wonder I do

I wonder about the love you can’t find
And I wonder about the loneliness that’s mine
I wonder how much going have you got
And I wonder about your friends that are not
I wonder I wonder I wonder I do

I wonder about the tears in children’s eyes
And I wonder about the soldier that dies
I wonder will this hatred ever end
I wonder and worry my friend
I wonder I wonder wonder don’t you?

I wonder how many times you been had
And I wonder how many dreams have gone bad
I wonder how many times you’ve had sex
And I wonder do you care who’ll be next
I wonder I wonder wonder I do

LIKE JANIS sometimes incorrectly listed as JANE S. PIDDY
2:32
And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold
And you measure for love by the sweet things you’re told
And you live in the past or a dream that you’re in
And your selfishness is your cardinal sin.

And you want to be held with highest regard
It delights you so much if he’s trying so hard
And you try to conceal your ordinary ways
With a smile or a shrug or some stolen cliche.

‘Cos emotionally you’re the same basic trip
And you know that I know of the times that you’ve slipped
So don’t try to impress me, you’re just pins and paint
And don’t try to charm me with things that you ain’t.

And don’t try to enchant me with your manner of dress
‘Cos a monkey in silk is a monkey no less
So measure for measure reflect on my said
And when I won’t see you then measure it dead.

‘Cos don’t you understand, and don’t you look about
I’m trying to take nothing from you
So why should you act so put out for me?