Every parting has its own sorrow, even that of parting with a once treasured possession that has long lost its usefulness. And so in sorrow do I say farewell to my own that is not truly mine. Farewell to the mask and greetings to the heart, spirit and flesh that has long been concealed underneath its shadows.
What shall I find as I cross the uncertain bridge of life without my mask? Shall I find at last my lost memory? Shall I finally discover my ancient beginnings? Full of questions do I cross this bridge, yet full of hope do I walk towards my destiny.
I am like a child merely beginning its life, and yet I feel I’m also old, older than the ancient temples that connect mankind to its eternal source. I feel that I have lived from the very beginning of the earth; roaming, touching, changing, and yet forever remaining the same as the breath of theSpirit that gave me life.
Find hope in your darkest hour.
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