Last week, a group of friends and I excused ourselves from mundane daily demands and routines in order to enjoy a weekend of laughter and far too many mini cups. While there, each one of us took notice of where everyone else was in life, how blissful or not everyone seemed, and how much we had in common when it came to our relationships, desires, fears, and faith. Far too often, we believe our challenges are unique to us and that we should mask them because others wouldn't understand. In my experience, this has never been the case, yet I am a chronic masker like most people.
Trust me, I realize the wear and tear and effort it takes to position yourself just right so the facade doesn't tumble to the ground, shatter, and roll around like little marbles from child's play. However, it seems to be a much easier task than actually revealing your personal truth amongst a sea of masquerade ball attendees; plus, it's habitual now. Who's really skilled at breaking habits?
So, when the opportunity came last week to unveil around friends,you know the real ones, I jumped to the chance and peeled away at least three fourths of it. I don't know if I could ever let it all fall down. Immediately, I saw that my demons hang in the same circles as theirs and are no bigger or greater in number. (Though when I'm alone with them, I swear they have fangs used to devour only me.) I felt how comforting it was to have and be a support beam, even temporarily, through similar struggles.
My relationships have flaws, just like theirs, and that's OK. Nobody's dreams have been fully realized, or relinquished, but all had evolved. We all saw the beauty in each other that we don't see in ourselves because our mirrors, both physical and figurative, are jaded at home. We each hungered for more unveiling, but feared the consequences of too much authenticity.
The weekend, as all do too soon, came to an inevitable end. I left recognizing, appreciating, and praising God for ephemeral moments of reality and infallible friendships. I also wondered if there was ever a moment in a person's life where our apparitions were conquered and silenced and we walked around happily exposed. I have yet to see the day, and I know I'm not alone.
