Defining Who You Are

Who are we? Really? I mean, we can pretend to be the one with the mask that no one will never imagine that we’re wearing one. In one moment you are the ugly duck trying to fit herself to the rest of the beautiful community in the pond. At the other, you might feel, no! That you’re the center of everything, the earth is rotating with you being at the center of it.

You can be a wolf disguising himself amongst the sheep. However, you never realize that you’re playing somebody else. Here you say A, there you say B as long as you go along the population you’re in. Hypocrite never comes self-admitted. They just go on, blend in, and follow the group. No complaint ever spoken, no act ever done that gets himself the most distinguished one.  Since they are afraid, afraid that when the sheep take off their fur clothes, and the disguising wolves have to do so, they will reveal themselves. When that happens the wolves will always be the wolves, either they will attack the community that has put trust on him, embraced him as one of them even though they had got suspicion from the very beginning you joined the club (being a hypocrite themselves), or they will simply walk away, realizing that they are best left alone.

Wolves are the lone creatures, walking the night seeking for company that they’ll never find. They just howl towards the full moon at the edge of the cliff. The moon is his only company. Telling her how agonizing it is being a loner and being himself in disguise is the cure for his agony, the bliss that they can get the most. They never expect more than howling towards the moon, when she’s full, when she’s at her best to embrace him the way he really is. No pretense, no complaint, no hypocrisy, just honesty and big heart to accept the truth to embrace him when he’s not being someone else, nothing but himself. So, who are we, really? If we have to change our color every time we come to the different trees.