The beauty of real is becoming as illusive as the snow leopard.
I don't know any other way of being, nor do I care to participate in alternate realities. I have never done well in the world of schmooze, because if I don't like you, I simply stay away from you.
I have a hand full of friends that I can rely on who are authentic themselves. Hollywood used to be the only place where illusion was celebrated, now that smoke has filtered its way into every facet of our lives. How you present yourself and choose to be is a conscious choice, and ones own prerogative, however it's a tricky illusion, and takes a lot of work to keep up the mirage.
The older I get, the more I gravitate toward the truth, even if it hurts. Because it is only from truth that one can grow, and that to me is the beauty of real. -tM