The haunting melody of “The Great Pretender” by The Platters resonates deeply with my personal journey. This timeless song has become an anthem that mirrors my own experiences of masking inner turmoil. When life dealt me a devastating blow, I perfected the art of wearing a facade, skillfully concealing the profound pain that churned beneath my composed exterior. No one could glimpse the emotional storm raging within me, as I maintained an impenetrable mask of normalcy and strength.

Most people, if they’re honest, experience a period of putting on a facade. In fact, I’d argue that this is universal. Feel free to challenge my perspective, but I remain skeptical of anyone claiming complete authenticity from the start. We all wear masks at some point, whether we choose to acknowledge it or not.

The captivating television series “The Pretender” featured a protagonist with extraordinary intellectual capabilities, enabling him to seamlessly adopt diverse professional identities. In a memorable scene, when questioned about his medical expertise, the main character confidently responded, “I am today,” highlighting his remarkable ability to adapt and excel in any role. Throughout the episode, he skillfully navigated both medical challenges and complex social criminal investigations, ultimately helping a young patient while unraveling a deeper mystery.

To be sure, there are real professional pretenders. Years ago, they told us the greatest danger facing man was global climate change. They pretended to be great experts on the subject.

The silence surrounding the previous climate discussions is puzzling. Have the critical issues truly dissipated, or have they simply been swept under the rug? What unprecedented meteorological phenomenon emerged that warranted such abrupt dismissal? More importantly, why has the discourse fallen silent? Did the purported meteorological authorities conveniently shift their focus, abandoning this critical narrative without substantive explanation? This, of course, while pretending great knowing on who knows what else.