Busy not being (day 183)

I overheard someone talk about her realization that she was living someone else's life.  She talked of getting married early ("you were married?") and building an image of what she thought others wanted to see ("you know?").  She divorced,  went to art school and learned to do and say what she really feels ("that sounds great").  I didn't turn around to see how old she was.  The sound of her voice was mid-thirties.  I had the urge to ask her how she knows she's not still living up to an image.  There are so few genuine people.  I could still hear fear in her voice.

A song for this post.