maybe, the truth of humanity is not behind the masks, but in them.

and the meghan that smashes plates and climbs into insanely large treehouses and swings higher than she ever has before is become gradually more like the meghan that looks at the stars and lays on the floor to listen to music in the dark and that meghan is becoming gradually more like the meghan that loves so desperately that all she can do is smile and that meghan is becoming gradually more like the meghan who makes friends out of strangers and can sometimes think of witty things to say. 
all in all, i'm finding that the real meghan, the meghan that no one sees, is really all the other meghans all put together. the crazy meghan, and the calm meghan, and the upset meghan, and the happy meghan. i'm not lying to anyone. i'm just not showing you all of me. but, i am also learning that, by exposing all of me, i help those around me more fully. so maybe, just maybe, i will be the real meghan.

sometimes i am asked what goes on in my head, and it mostly comes down to this – i wish to understand myself and others as fully as possible. but I am beginning to realize that perhaps the Truth of human beings is not found behind their masks, but in them. and, in fact, perhaps we never can find the plain and simple Truth, because so much of our lives are spend separating ourselves from our own most intimate and terrifying knowledge.