All in identity
Silence fills her car as I drive it towards the unknown destination. It is an address on a sticky note. I am in a foreign state; unknown city; and odd place. My thoughts are like a dragonfly on steroids, zipping wildly through my brain. Unable to direct them or even pause them and too tired to care, I just let the cacophony play. Unlike a beautiful symphony, the chorus is dissident and erratic. It makes my head pound, but I can’t stop it. The vehicle reaches the destination that I was instructed to go to. Automatically, I get out of the car and hesitantly walk toward the only door in sight.
He zipped past me intent on slaying some imaginary villain. Silently, I stood observing his actions. He was completely unaware of my presence. Costumes can come in handy, especially if there is a mask involved. They hide one’s true identity. When we see a child dressed up, we instantly know that they are pretending to be someone that they are not. Truth be told, I wanted to grab a cape; don a mask and enter into his imaginary world. But, instead I stood as still as a tombstone observing his every move.
Ever feel lost? Ever wonder who you were really created to be? Here is what I've discovered.