In the beginning, things were simple. We were all born naked. In the beginning, basically, we woke up.
We woke up from a sleep – who knows how long, who knows how deep – and we emerged from a real drag. In our many varied dreams, we had whole lives lived. We scaled mountains, rode bicycles through the rain, consoled friends, danced all night, broke hearts, had hearts broken; we made family, lost family, made friends, lost friends; we witnessed greatness, cowardice, doubt, insecurity, pride, bluster; we lived whole lives in our dreams.
We woke up from a long, deep sleep, and were born naked. This morning, we woke up. We were born naked.
When we look in the mirror, we look for someone there. An answer to a question. In the morning, we try to find an image of ourselves. In the beginning, we’re a face looking for a face.
The person we find in the mirror is not always who we want to see. These can be trying times, and they may last for a long time. You may see the dreams you dreamt, the family you lost, the pain you felt, the hopes you held. You may see someone who manifestly is yourself, but not You at all.
In the beginning, we dress ourselves and face the day.