Atticus said to Jem one day, “I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”
Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird.
mimicking and elaborating,
he sings with humor and bravado,
so I have to wait a long time
for the softer voice of his own life
When does one show their true selves? Trudging along to keep up with the rat race that is today’s society? Mimicking those around me, elaborating your personal story to hide behind the mask I believe I want others to see. Deep inside the weight of the world is falling upon me. I hit rock bottom but I smile my way through it. At the bottom, when all is quiet, I hear the song, the softer voice whispering in my ear that I am beautiful in my own right. The Holy Spirit has released me of my old self. I no longer have to hide behind the mask of perfection. The softer voice brings me peace; peace to show the world that I am human, flawed, beautiful. I have been molded into a stunning piece of art to be admired by those around me.
The desire to please others wastes away as I come into my own, finding that they like me better this way. I am vulnerable and tangible, flowing freely through life. True friends come to stand by my side to support me when I fall. I will fall again, but the soft voice will whisper in my ear reminding me that I can stand up on my own.
My self appreciation is like a magnet to others. They want that voice but are afraid to let go and listen. Fear prevents them from stepping off the edge of perceived perfection and become human and flawed. The treadmill of life is moving so fast they are afraid they will crash and burn. If only they could stop for one second and listen to the voice that offers peace and solace to their soul. They will fall but be caught by The Holy Spirit who will soften the blow. The suffering may still exist but I have a safety net now and I can release myself from the fray.