“When people show you who they are, believe them.” – Maya Angelou

Someone pointed this quote out to me a short while ago and in looking at the illusion that was my Serendipity experience I find I can put it all into context with that simple statement. When we look at that statement it is to not believe what they say but to believe what they do. My father used to always say 99% of the work is  showing up. That is tangible, you are showing something. My Serendipity was based on the great world I built for myself. Lies I dreamt up to convince myself that a moment was in fact real. What was real was that along the way someone was showing me who they were. They were the person that didn’t want to hold my hand in public. I would later get angry that they would never hold my hand. Kissing was great early on but quickly dissapeared and it would be gone for what some might call an eternity. I used to get angry and accuse the person of changing, the fact is they showed me early on they were incapable of “real emotion”. The greatest sign was the control! A control one exacted upon me in building the lie. The pity me complex, which now haunts me. Was any of it real?  I stayed because I felt so bad for someone, so bad for her adolesence.  I could fix them and make this great again. Was it real?  Was it ever great? Lying would become a such an issue, hearing someone lie to everyone for no reason. I always made excuses to myself. They would never lie to me, or about me.

Oh how when you look under the water you notice the true magnificence of the iceberg. When people show you who they are, believe them. A liar, is a liar, is a liar. My muse was nothing more than a ruse. I never dared draw the curtain and really look at my Wizard of Oz. I loved the mistyque and all that it entailed and just didn’t want to face the reality. The only person that really changed was me. I sacraficed everything I believed in to create something that never was and never would be. In doing that I became all the things I said I would never become. There is no place like home but unfortunatly three clicks just aren’t going to do it. I have to say, the true magnificence comes when the curtain is drawn and you see everything for what it was.