Long time ago before that I wake up from my sleep, I was walking randomly with the crowd … All wearing the same costumes that it was barely hard to know who is different … And one day I realized my costume didn’t fit me anymore … Confused am I “Am I the only person who wears a costume that doesn’t fit to?… Is anyone else feeling the same?” … My costume was very tight that I could barely breathe and no one else could feel my pain …

Teachers always taught me whenever I was in pain I should run to someone who can help … And so I ran to my family; my parents and friends, crying and begging for help “ Please help me, Treat my pain” and what they gave me were temporary painkillers … Take a pill and you will be fine … or either they tried to convince me that the costume I was wearing was just fine … I would feel great all the time when I was with them but as soon as I left my friends or quit the painkillers the pain was still there.

Having enough with what everyone said, I started to look at the world through my own eyes and for the first time I could see a difference. This is my idol “The clown” he is wearing a different facial makeup … He always looks happy and he is just smiling all the time … Perhaps that is the cure … I bought the most expensive makeup kit in town …Happily am I rushing to paint over my face that I forgot my pain exists… I had the most beautiful colors over my face with a drawn smile bigger than that of the clown … As soon as I looked at myself in the mirror I realized the rise of many contradictory feelings … My real face was totally different that I could be mistaken for someone else … and a big painted smile over my face but the pain was still there …

One day I woke up in my garden being fed up with my miserable state that I started removing away my clown makeup … the big fake drawn smile, nose and wig unable to handle my pain anymore … I took off all my clothes and stood naked … and For once the pain totally disappeared … A total relief … As if magic happened … it felt like that was the reward of celebrating the difference of my own skin … A naturally drawn smile on my face … my body was able to feel the warmth of the light …

Since then I became aware about all the infinite possibilities my being is able to take through this journey … I can always look outwards and be weak rather than believing and trusting in my own powers … I can go back cry and rely on people begging for a pill that doesn’t have a strong impact … I can imitate my idols blindly without understanding … and I can go  run away from my fears and pains buy and do the things that cover and numb away my pain … Or Perhaps I can just stand naked accepting and celebrating my divine existence and choose to face my fears and pains as a warrior … We come to this world and choose­ to walk … A master or a slave… a giver or a taker … A warrior or a beggar … to be naked or wear a couple of thoughts that prevent our beings to fly and experience that which is divine … To Be a king or chop off your wings!