Given the status that most of us are in right now – students in a relatively wealthy country, I guess we’ve been pretty lucky in the fact that whenever we need help in any way, shape, or form, it’s easily accessible. Health care and dental care, writing centres to edit your essays, housemates to give you a crash course in orgo the night before the big exam, heck even career services to plan your life out for you. There are professors and TAs and coaches, dons, admins, and psychologists.
And then of course: G, parents, siblings, BICs and SICs. I guess the point trying to be made here is that help is all around, and people willing to help and care and love are all around, the onus is on you to make the first effort and stick out your arm. No matter what time it is and no matter where you are there is always at least one willing to help. Always one willing to love. To care. To pull you close. To meet you where you are – in fact even if you don’t reach out there will always be one constantly pursuing you, chasing after you and making you know that you are wanted. Yes, even when you don’t want to be wanted.
Masks are dangerous things yet something everyone possesses. It’s just a matter of how often you put it on when you greet the world.
We look around us and see ads all around educating about depression, alcoholism, anorexia, and bulimia. Help for the problems of the heart, and the problems of the mind, for those who seek it. But what about those who don’t?
What about those who have put on their mask so often that it’s impossible to take off because it’s now become a part of who they are? That popular girl over there, “studying” with her table of friends, laughing the world away - is that a facade? What about the all-star athlete, MVP of the month – what is he really like, who is he really? The perpetually happy neighbour, the easily amused friend, the classmate who laughs at all your corny jokes because they’re overflowing with joy.
It’s scary how often we aren’t able to recognize the fakeness of it all.
Or rather, it’s scary how real and becoming these masks are on the faces of those all around.
so where is your arm
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my arm is attached to my shoulder girdles of course : )
and u saw through me.. i wasnt "studyin"
but yahhhh, iused this song in my blog last yr:
http://supacee.blogspot.com/2005/12/are-we-happy-plastic-people.html
cool eh? haha
anyways, yah i agree w/ u on the mask thing, its just hard sometimes to let it go and just be vulnerablee and just be yourself, there's someone/something to please i think thats one of the toughest lessons in life, to let go of that attention seekin self and to want wholly in all your life to please Him, the one and only that matters
anyways thats my lil blurb of tryin to be deep, we've only gone 8 days w/out facebook did u know that and yet it feels like a longg time hahaha
loveeeeee.
the girl you find at home : )
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