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Revealing the Real: A Journey Beyond the Masks (Part-2)

The day I realized I wasn’t defined by these masks but by something far more powerful and beautiful, my whole world shifted. I discovered that I’m strong, loving, and full of grace. I’m just me —no more hiding behind false fronts. I decided to walk this red road with nothing but my true self on display. If you’re not cool with who I am, that’s your choice. I’d rather be true to myself and let those who don’t accept me go. Peeling off these masks revealed my true essence: a core filled with peace and love. I’m not just a collection of other people’s fears or projections. I am who I am, seen through my own eyes and those of something greater, not through the judgmental lens of society. People who can’t accept me for who I am clearly aren’t meant to be part of my life anymore. I’m done trying to fit in; I’m ready to soar like an eagle. Walking this red road has transformed me into a phoenix, rising from the ashes of all those old masks and false identities. I’m finally at peace with mysel

Revealing the Real: A Journey Beyond the Masks (Part-1)

Hey everyone, remember that classic Jim Carrey movie, The Mask ? You might be wondering why I’m bringing it up. Well, there’s a reason, and it’s more than just a throwback to a fun film. Here’s the thing: Just like in the movie, we all wear masks in real life to hide our true selves. It sounds a bit dramatic, but stick with me. For 41 years, I’ve been wearing these metaphorical masks, thinking they were just part of who I am. They weren’t; they were disguises. I had masks of shame , guilt , fear , and all sorts of other stuff—things I thought were my real identity. At first, these masks made life seem okay. I could blend in, fit in, and get by. But eventually, it hit me: I wasn’t these masks. They were just layers covering up who I truly am. I was like a black sheep in a flock of white ones, desperately trying to blend in. I wanted approval, acceptance, and to feel like I belonged. But no matter what I did, I was always seen as different, as the black sheep. It was exhausting. I felt