Authentic

Are we truly authentic or mostly fake; constantly weaving the fabrics of fabrication, mimicking sophistical deceptions or performing the gestalt switches, between multiple  facades, without qualms or hesitations. After all, according to shakespeare, we are all players on the world stage, assuming the roles given unassumingly, performing the acts and uttering the scripts as the scenes and drama unfold, to both delude and impress multiplicity of audiences. Do we remain steadfast with our dearest and most personal mottos and principles or merely conform to the societal scripts like the conscripts, swearing common and so-called unfailing allegiance to the dudes in power. So what and where are the clear boundaries between truth and falsehood; or these imaginary demarcations are always blurred and ought to be shifted conveniently, according to the text and context. Whatever, we ought to remain steadfast on the path and ways that have been preordained by the creator in eternity, navigating the multitudes of personal and societal idiosyncracies and absolute divine guidance.