No mascara to my life

I have reached that stage in life where  I can’t apply mascara to life to create a facade.

That stage in life where the pursuit of my inner peace cannot be dampened by stereo type perceptions of what a certain cliché think of what they perceive to be my characteristics.

I have reached a stage in life where those throwing mud for the sake of throwing will not get my attention and I will not stop to ask why they are dirtying their hands.

My pursuit is happiness, peace and love.

I want to live life to the level where upon my expiry I can calmly waltz to the reception desk at Pearl Gate and give St Peter a high five before asking him to check my name in the roll call.

No mascara, no facade but peace, love and happiness. And the last time I checked that wasn’t a crime.