The White Masquerade. (71 sec)

The white party is more than just an event — it’s a masquerade of innocence. We show up draped in purity, but behind every smile, every drink, every dance, there’s a quiet guilt we don’t dare to acknowledge. On the outside, we’re clean. On the inside, we’re hiding from ourselves. The truth? We wear white, but we don’t believe in our own innocence.

We were born innocent. That’s our natural state, our birthright. But we live as if we’re stained, like we carry an invisible burden of guilt that no one can see but we feel deep inside. At the white party, this inner conflict is on full display. We project innocence while living a lie. We want to be seen as pure, but the deeper belief — that we’re somehow flawed or guilty — runs the show.

The white party is the perfect metaphor for this dual life. We dance, drink, and act like nothing’s wrong, all the while carrying an inner shame we refuse to face. We don’t realize that every act, every thought, every word — it's all still innocent. Nothing has changed the purity of who we are. But we’ve convinced ourselves otherwise, and so the masquerade continues.

If innocence is always present, but we refuse to believe it, then what’s the real crime? It’s not the actions themselves — it’s that we’ve chosen to ignore the truth that we were never guilty to begin with.

#thinkgod
I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.
I love you.