Realness and Unfrosted Stale Cake

What does it mean to be real?

Does it mean that the barbed wire fence you put up around your heart where the barbs are tough words and veils has to be torn down?

Does it mean you can't allow your mind to wander back to yesterday or into tomorrow and live what you're doing at the moment?

Does it mean that your words are only used for communication and never for manipulation or to make someone think something about you that isn't quite true? Or make them believe that you think something about them that isn't quite true?
Does it mean throwing velvety stuffed words at people instead of bowling ball ones so that when they hit, it won't hurt?
Does it mean your eye color must stay the same every day so the filter through which you see others and yourself is consistent?
Does it mean you have to know about the plank in your eye?  What if your eye is numb?
Does it mean no plastic is allowed to be attached to you? No more masks of makeup or deceptive speeches?

Does it mean that the emotional songs you write should be autobiographical? Or just other-relate-ographical?
Does it mean that your acting must remain on a labeled stage?  That your characters cannot be tested on human beings?
Does it mean you can't top all of your bitter actions with sugar and ice them with frosting?

Does it mean you have to intrinsically know the answer to this question?


I'm not making any statements.  Just exploring.

I do know one thing though; to be real is God's will, so I desire to be it.