“I’ve just been faking it, not really making it.”
These words were quoted to me by my father when I was getting ready to leave home and go to college. They were from a Simon and Garfunkel song. I was expressing my worries about becoming an adult and how I didn’t think I could do it. He said he felt the same way when he first ventured out into the world. At the time, these lyrics truly helped put my mind at ease. It was comforting to know I was not the only one who felt this way, and I was filled with hope that, in time, I would stop faking it and finally start making it.
Well, unfortunately, almost eighteen years later I am still just faking it. When I left for college, I could not even fake it! I got so sick dealing with my undiagnosed diabetes I fled and returned to the safety of my parents home, not even making it a whole year on my own. When I was diagnosed with type one diabetes, I went into hiding and grasped onto the only things I knew how to do. I went to college and did my homework, I exercised a lot, and I watched cartoons, the cartoons I grew up with and through which I learned about the world. My reality was formed by cartoons. I heard classic literature through the words of Bugs Bunny, I saw friendship portrayed through Hey Arnold and Rugrats, and I saw love through fairy tales. When I was little, I believed this was what the world was supposed to be like. Then I went out into that world and discovered nothing was the way it was in cartoons, and I could not handle the world as it really was. I had to start over, I was a five year old in an eighteen year old body. I tried to put on a front that I really knew what I was doing, but inside I was playing make believe.
Here I am on the verge of turning thirty-six and I am still faking it. Everyone around me is setting up retirement funds, starting families and buying houses, filing taxes and actually keeping records of all their deductions, getting jobs (and they are good at them because they are not faking it). At least I do have my dream job, but I am not good at it. I think I am playing make believe. I am getting ready to move to a place I plan to live in for the foreseeable future but instead of thinking about the investment of buying a house, I am looking to rent the smallest apartment available because I want to live with as little stuff as possible. I have no idea of what I am doing, just taking one step at a time with no plan of how these steps will affect me later.
The one thing I am good at and know how to do well is being sick. I can even do that on my own. When my body cannot move because it is so weak, I can still make it to the bathroom, get dressed and function among others. The safest place is in a hospital. It is familiar, and I am around people who are just like me, sick, and in those moments all we need to do is deal with our sickness. I am now at a place where I am not sick and I hate it because once again I have to face the reality that I am just faking it. Will I never grow up and feel like I know what I am doing or will I forever be that five year old filled with unrealistic dreams of the future that will never be?
The Lord is always knocking on my door and I have always graciously opened the door for Him when I am sick. He enters and gives me a great hug, and I can stand on His feet and let Him dance around the room with me. He can do everything for me and I let Him. When I am sick, it is easy to let Him lead because I do not have the energy to contradict Him, but when I am well I have the energy, energy that I do not want. With this new energy I am consumed by the demands of this fallen world, and for some reason, I place these demands before God. I am scared everyone will see who I am, a child. However, within this truth I can gain strength from Jesus. If I can say out loud, “I am a child of God,” in His eyes, there is nothing to be ashamed of and faking it is okay. I am only living in this world, I am not of this world. If I were of this world, I would be able to make it, but I am not. I will fake it in this world so that I can make it to Heaven.