one. two. three. four. five. six. seven..
hide and seek. the objective of the game is to hide from the one person who is counting. one is allotted however much time the counter counts up to in order to find a good secretive hiding spot. then, once the counter finishes counting, he or she goes and looks for those hiding. it’s fairly simple, i suppose.
the kids i babysat for tonight loved playing hide and seek while i was there for the evening. we had a blast. whilst hiding behind a bathroom door, i began to think about the game of hide and seek.
this is not merely a child’s game for rainy days, nor a child’s aid for the ailment of boredom. this, my friends, is a game played also by even the most mature of adults.
the father that can barely keep his business’ head above water but won’t tell his family. the wife that is afraid of sharing the news of breast cancer to her loved ones. the son that refuses to be truthful about his grades. the daughter that masks her fear of the unknown future. the brother that hides under his covers to evade failure. the sister that uses bold and sometimes harsh words to protect herself from vulnerability.
it’s so obvious.
rather than physically hiding under the bed or in the closet, we hide emotionally, mentally. we use words, lies, elaborations, stories, fabrications to steer clear from truth and clarity. can the truth in reality really be all that bad? maybe so. sometimes the truth hurts though, and it is only from this which we can learn and ultimately grow as people.
when adults play this higher level game of hide and seek, there isn’t anyone counting. they have all the time in the world to find their perfectly ambiguous places of concealment. this also means they have all the time in the world to never be found, especially when no one knows to look for them.
adults are always hiding. the real question is whether or not they want to be found.