Every day is Halloween. Every morning, we wake up, stare into the mirror and wonder what facade would best suit our personalities today. We shuffle downstairs and out the door into the blinding lights of reality and are greeted by a plethora of faces, none looking quite the same as they did the day before. Because we are all constantly adapting, attempting to fit into a new mold, impress a new crowd, begin a new journey. We walk past our neighbors and friends and strangers as though they are one in the same. All wearing masks, none ready to reveal to the world their full and true selves. And we silently wonder if this will ever change, if the world will ever develop the strength and bravery to uncover its true colors, if people will ever walk around displaying all their true thoughts and feelings and emotions on their sleeves for the world to see. We wonder if the world will ever take a stand and fight back against the madness and the stereotypes and the judgments, like we believe we did ourselves. We wonder and wait.
And then morning comes. And you wake up, stare into the mirror and wonder what facade would best suit your personality today. And you realize every day, for everyone, will always be Halloween.