As a child, I really loved
Halloween. I would look forward to it for weeks. Once I had decided on a
costume, my mother began working away in her little sewing room. She was inventive; she could refashion
clothing we had outgrown, scraps of extra fabric, and previous costumes into
something that satisfied my childhood imagination. As my costume took shape, my
anticipation grew. When the big
night finally arrived, I bubbled over with excitement.
"Twisted Halloween Candy": Courtesy of Stuart Miles |
Trick or treating was great fun.
We would we traipse around the neighborhood, often trudging through the first
snowfall of the season, using pillowcases for candy sacks. For weeks
afterwards, we consumed the haul of goodies that simultaneously satisfied and
intensified our craving for treats.
The goodies, delicious as they were, were secondary to my love of Halloween. The thing I most enjoyed was masquerading. When I put on that costume, I assumed a new persona: childhood angst melted away. When I put on that costume, my dreams became reality: the sky was the limit. It was a grand feeling!
The goodies, delicious as they were, were secondary to my love of Halloween. The thing I most enjoyed was masquerading. When I put on that costume, I assumed a new persona: childhood angst melted away. When I put on that costume, my dreams became reality: the sky was the limit. It was a grand feeling!
The next morning I always felt a
little sad. While I would have liked to continue to pretend, my loving but
organized mother laundered, folded, and stowed my costume away at the back of a
closet. By the afternoon of
November 1st, my costume was a sweet memory. It was time to “get real”. It was time to be me.
Halloween fired my imagination
Halloween served a useful purpose
in my childhood, other than the obvious benefit of free candy. It fired my
imagination. The act of pretending helped me discover my self, reshape my
dreams, and accept the realities of life. Paradoxically, pretending helped me
be real.
It is easy to become distracted from being real. As we outgrow the Halloween of childhood, we may develop increasingly elaborate pretenses as adults. We may succumb to cultural influences that tempt us away from self-discovery and self-acceptance.
Courting falsehoods about ourselves
Consumerism and the beauty industry
are two cultural influences that entice us into participating in a masquerade,
and encourage us to court falsehoods about ourselves. Consumerism convinces us
that our wants are needs, and pressures us to purchase items we can ill afford.
When we should be reaching out to others or facing up to our financial
realities, the culture of consumerism goads us into spending on ourselves.
Meanwhile, the culture of beauty sings its anti-aging siren song, deluding us into
a superficial denial of our own mortality.
"Beauty": Courtesy of Salvatore Vuono |
Eventually, this focus on
externals makes us unhappy. Since
there will always be new stuff available for purchase, and since the signs of
aging are inevitable, we may feel perpetually dissatisfied. Since there will
always be someone with better stuff, and someone better looking, we may feel
that we do not measure up. We may feel unworthy unless we are costumed to
participate in society’s elaborate masquerade.
Confusing the content of our personhood
When this happens, we are no
longer real; we are pretending. We have replaced the splendid homespun Halloween
costumes of our childhood with consumer goods and a fraudulent idea of beauty. We confuse the content of our personhood with the
quality of our possessions and our physical attractiveness. We need a loving mother
to make us take off our costume, and to nudge us towards
confidently showing the world our resplendent selves.
We long for loving mother figures
in our lives to reassure us that we are loved and loveable even without the
grandiose masquerade. Love gives us the courage to strip away the externals.
Love empowers us to discover the beauty within. Love gently leads us to accept
our realities, and encourages us to dream in life giving ways.
We “get real” when we shed our
costumes, stop masquerading, and focus on the content of our personhood. We
become real when we allow others to love us despite our imperfections and
inadequacies. It is truly a grand feeling!
Happy Halloween
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Happy Halloween
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- "Twisted Halloween Candy" Image courtesy of Stuart Miles: http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/Candy_Sweets_and_Cho_g180-Twisted_Halloween_Candy_p55117.html
- "Beauty" Image courtesy of Salvatore Vuono: http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/Beauty_and_Cosmetics_g283-Beauty_p42208.html