the fire within

there is a life we dream about, the one we live inside our heads ... the life where the latest fashion trends and the well decorated apartment have little importance; in fact, they often do not even exist ... the life I speak of fills our spirit with joy... it's simple and doesn't require a circus or a troupe of entertainers to make us feel happy, content or fulfilled ... in this life there are a few people that matter to us, there is perhaps even a significant other who is happy when he sees we're happy, whose face lights with joy upon seeing us ... there is an energy that grows within us and makes us feel connected to others and to the universe ... in this life, joy and laughter are our companions ... no conflict ever threatens to overwhelm or separate ... this inner life seems like a fantasy--and yet, we just have to choose to switch it on, we need only have the courage to live it ... to let go of our fears, our resentments, our regrets and let this defensive mask that wears us shatter and fall ... the light contained in our heart needs only the hole of a needle to break through and to shine bright ... every day we let the mask wear us it gets bigger and thicker and heavier ... but we need only turn away from it to neutralize the power we have chosen to give it ... we need to stop hiding from ourselves by polishing a well designed mask that everyone around us can see through--well, except ourselves when we stare at ourselves in the mirror and watch how we slowly drown.

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