Waiting for the truth to prevail

I have spent a large part of my life, waiting for the true nature of my being to emerge. To the tell the truth of my existence and do away with the image I project. I have no idea what sort of an image I project, but it isn't what I am (or so I think and I believe a lot of us do). But to the world that is what I am.
This is my defense mechanism, but isn't that true of everyone? People hide their vulnerabilities, the insecurities behind a mask and carry on the daily charade of pretending to be someone. But then, don't our actions also define who we are? It isn't just our thoughts but are actions too, that make us who we are.
Why wait then for a true self to emerge? What we do with each second is shaping who we are. It's a scary thought sometimes, since I enjoy lazying around and killing time, but I am shaping my present, my future and my identity by choosing to behave in a certain manner. It is so easy to think that when the time comes to show my true colours, I will. What if that time never comes. I will become who I am letting myself turn into. It's an essential thought to hold onto to, because that's what life has taught me over the years. The moment of truth, the miracle, the epiphany may never come, it is up to me to seize the day.

Just a reminder to self, life is short, don't let it pass you by.