Your Display Window

Rather we admit it or not, each of us has a display window. A store front display that we put out for the buying public to see. Our window maybe neat and tidy, it maybe together and confident, but no matter how put together it is, it only shows what we want it too. In a way that's too bad, to have to our lives that way, with only what others want to see on display. 

 For many, many years I lived with a display window. A window while not quite perfect, it still reflected intelligence, strength, sharp wit, and a joy of life. What it didn't show was the fear, the anxiety, the insecurity, and dread of failing others, failing myself, and failing at life. 

 Such feelings of being unworthy and not good enough, are hard to shake quickly. But building displays, now that is quite easy to do, with the right paint and paper mache. Still with the ease that it is to make, it's a false front that's easily torn down. 

 So Am I asking everyone to let others see what they could see? To display ourselves warts and all? I guess what I am saying is to trust yourself, to embrace who you are. To allow our true selves to shine. While I know this idea may not sound all that appealing, especially if you have a really nice display window. What I am really saying is don't be something you are not, just to please the crowd. 

 Be true to yourself, find who you are. Others may walk away from your window, but in the long run you'll be happier with an honest display of yourself.  

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