Two days are the most important in somebody’s life …says Mark Twain …’the day you were born and the day you find out why’. Except that on one occasion you’re wearing your birthday suit and you got one job to do and be the wailing infant you were cutely intended to be. The other day Twain refers to is more of a series of days, where we get to wear many different suits, mostly forced upon us, few chosen. The adult suit, the employee suit, wife, husband, mother, father, friend. Of course no one size fits all and a variety of shades ranging from light to dark, some comfortably fitting –others confining roles or suits.
I think there is a third day Mark infers to – the third day– is the day we realize that its really not the clothes that makes the man. And that when we strip away the layers of garment-ed fluff imposed by life and suit salesmen, we perceive a couple of things (no, not just our privates). We get that one, there really is no place to hide, especially not from ourselves, our true selves revealed. The second thing is – its cold!
I suggest we stay close to our bare truths and go naked– yet stay diligently out of jail.