Let’s talk about me. And you.
Let’s put me on the stand, let’s cut me open, let’s delve into the convoluted turmoil of a soul cloaked behind a happy-go-lucky extroverted charm.
Insecurity reigns me, and my flaws pain me
As the monsters of self-destruction and the beasts of self-hatred
Keep my confidence confined to cameo appearances
While I preach perfection on the pulpit in my head.
An arsenal of labels at my disposal:
The sinner, the failure, the hypocrite, the loser, the outcast
The mistaken, the delusional, the wimp, the less-than-masculine, the stupid,
The idiot, the not-good-enough, the one without friends, the lame, the fat,
The ugly, the awkward, the non-athletic, the broken, the useless.
Or am I more?
Are we more?
Are we more than our little self-analyses will allow?
What if the power that brought the universe to being
Formed us as well?
What if behind the curtains of a great epic
Is the Designer of a masterpiece
And we are meant to play a part?
Yes, we will fumble lines
We will drop props
We will miss cues
We will scramble, tumble, mumble, and make mistakes.
But we cannot fail.
We cannot fail at the part, your part, my part
We were created to play.
In that, we cannot help but succeed.
So. Let’s talk about me. And you.
"All the world’s a stage,
And all men and women merely players."
So stop straining for perfection
And play the part you were made for: YOU.
As the Designer applauds
With His masterpiece.