If all the World's a Stage

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

William Shakespeare, As You Like It

If all the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

Then we’ve created a society of masques

A culture of hiding behind facades created to impress

We live in a time when Fake is predominate,

And real is a rarity

The word genuine is used as a marketing ploy,

And is uncommonly used to characterize

Technology creates opportunities to communicate across the globe,

Yet real conversation,

the truest depth of sharing and communicating,

Is lost in a sea of wires and buttons

When a profile is your mask;

As changeable as your desire to impress,

A projected image conjured to be displayed,

For the world to look upon and judge

As we begin to navigate this depth of insincere media,

And see ourselves as a product to be sold,

To manipulate and market a person,

Creating something that is palatable to all

And we ask; are we merely players?

Acting as opposed to being?

Faking it, as opposed to risking vulnerability

And displaying the truth of you

The truth is;

God made you exactly the way he intended you to be

Nothing can hide the beauty of an uncovered soul,

Someone who is truly and simply themselves,

Relying upon love and faith,

Knowing that there is an unconditional Lord and Savior

Whose Love is far beyond the invisible paparazzi, or the silent audience

That every opinion in the world can not contend with the most prized one of all

The judgment of God; which is undoubtedly;

A position of Love and an attitude of acceptance.