Sometimes it's possible to take off masks and be
to share real struggles, real selves,
not to play games with people
either because we view them as stronger or weaker than ourselves,
to exhort without judging, without setting oneself up over another.
Sometimes we see that the beautiful life is that way from the inside out.
Two can be alike from the outside but what makes them that way
is what makes the difference.
Intuitively, we are often aware of the difference anyway,
and recognize how profound it is.
To dwell in and be raised by that unfeigned, humble, broken existence,
to see more clearly through tears,
can put it all into perspective,
sometimes.