The Pain of Pretending
When growing up our conditioning leads us to the world of
pretending. We pretend to smile when we would rather grit our teeth, pretend to
laugh when truly upset, pretend to care when actually we don’t, pretend that it
is ok to do a job that makes our heart die a little each day.
When does the pretend, come to an end?
For some, never, for others when the pain it takes to
pretend is realised and to carry on with the illusion of it all becomes purely
unbearable. For me this happened a year ago when I faced something in my family
that I had been pretending wasn’t there. The pain of facing the truth paled in
comparison to the weight of carrying the lie, one single step further into the
creation of my life.
The act of facing this pretence leads to other areas of life
that are pretended being de-masked for the illusion they are. Each pretence
faced leads to a greater freedom in the simplicity of being nothing but our
self.
The pain of pretending acts like jail bars around our
existence and when we find the courage and humility to let the pretence go, the
bars dissolve and leave us in the expanse of life.
