Masks, the keeper of secrets, in more ways than one, Not only will the mask change how people see you, but how you see them, the world, and yourself. Everyone has a mask, worn upon their face everyday. You would be hard pressed to find someone that didn't have one, and harder still someone that has one and does not wear it. We wear this masks and create these characters of ourselves, these, others. The others are the ones with the confidence to do whatever they want and say whatever they say. You can only find yourself, or anyone else for that matter, if you can find your other, it will be a difficult task, a journey into yourself to see “What does this mask reflect of me?” Does it give you a sense of confidence when you are feeling nervous? Does it keep you smiling when you don’t want others to know you are sad. Does it weigh you down and make you feel like you are not worth anything?
All of these Masks, are just creations within our own mind, insecurities that we want to hide get put down and covered with images of how we want to be or think we should be. The more masks we put on, the more alien the other becomes to us. You may be shy, so you put on one of the masks and boom, you are confident and talking with everyone. What happens when the mask comes off though? The shy man under the mask is now revealed, how does he react? By pushing his shyness aside and donning the mask again. Maybe drawing up a mask to help with other perceived personality flaws. He becomes one with the masks, and the masks have become him. But, have they really? Sure when he goes out now he is talking to people and having a good time, all the while though underneath all of the masks the shy man stands. He stands alone surrounded by the armor these masks have created for him. He is unable to communicate with anyone without the masks, because what if they couldn't handle what was behind them. What if he couldn't handle being without them.
The small worries cast off at the start come flooding back in wrapping themselves between the man and his masks, forcing him to an emotional crossroads. He must take on his imperfections, face them, and fight them, alone.
It would be easy to throw on a mask or two and face the imperfections, after all why would it even be a challenge when you have the powers the masks grant you. Doing this wouldn't defeat them however. As they were not the masks imperfections to begin with, they cannot be dealt with by the masks.
They can be ignored by the masks though. And many people seem to choose this option, hiding behind their masks opting to feign happiness through ignorance, or even going back to the mask after trying to be without it. With all the masks a person has, they must ask themselves one question, is it about the person, or is it about the character that person creates with their masks?
It’s all determined at that crossroads, take a chance and find yourself, or just put on your masks and go on your way. I’m standing at my crossroads, not knowing if I take off my masks, will I like what I see and can I live with me, How much of myself is from me putting on all these masks and just throwing myself out there. If I find out who I am, will that change how others will now see me? Time will tell, everyone will take one path or the other in their lifetime, I’m just hoping when I finally choose my path, whether I don the masks or face myself, I don’t regret it.
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