the Mask We wear
Exhausting, isn’t it? Holding up that mask we so intently wear. Until it becomes second nature. Wearing the mask, that is, not the exhaustion. We don’t get used to that, the exhaustion. We just begin to wonder why we are “suddenly” so tired. Though it hasn’t been sudden at all, has it?
Here’s the thing. What if we took that mask off? What if taking that mask off wasn’t what we were promised it would be. Freeing, burden-lifting, lighter. What happens when we take off the mask and our heart is still bruised and broken. Our mind is still defeated. Our spirit still destroyed. Nobody talks about what it feels like when we take that mask off unless it feels great.
But what if? What if our mask was hiding the pain, the turmoil, the weaknesses. That’s hard to deal with. All of a sudden we are exposed. A fraud. They don’t tell us about this. The additional feelings built up over the ones underneath the mask. That damn mask. I don’t think it’s a defense mechanism at all. I believe it is an aide in sabotage. If we are not hiding happiness, joy, and all that fluffy stuff beneath our mask, why the hell take it off unless we have help to keep us from drowning. Drowning. That’s exactly it. We drown in the overflow of the mask. Now teach us to move onward. They cannot. This is up to us. We learn as we go. But what if we do not survive.
4/23/2019 04:54:59 am
Very interesting take on this concept. I agree. Nice post.
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