Late night thoughts.

Is it ok to hide away our emotions, if the trials we face define who we become, should not the emotion we emmulate, through the trials we tackle or get tackled by, make us who we are? Should fear keep us from showing our true selves? If we wore emotions like we wore clothes, would friends, family, or strangers even be a necessary label we place on those we love or do not even know? Emotions cleanse us, free us, torment us, help us, destroy us, change us, and mold us. The best definition I can give is to manipulate an object to show certain traits or structure. Am I letting myself be molded by my emotions or am I pushing my Moldee away? How much emotion is appropriate to influence ones traits? If emotions were clear...I could see others and others could see others with every curved perfection or imperfection, every perfectly placed hair or imperfectly placed hair, every unattractive freckle or adored angel kiss, every discusting mole or attractive beauty mark, every disproportionate nose or pleasantly sized one. Who's to say which is which? Emotions can take worlds apart, but can't the same power this simple word contains create an artistic masterpiece, paintings, photographs, literature, dance, music, theatre, sports, meals, jobs, family, or marriages. Only in a world of dull do we find the emotionless.