“God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.”
“There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn’t me. I’m no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.”
I’ve never been too good at hiding how I feel. Makes me a bad liar. Probably, explains why, I’ve lost many games requiring a poker face. And whenever I try to put on my best mask, I end up with a contorted face. What can I say? I tried.
“A mask tells us more than a face.”
And yet, many seem to flout this rule without a care for its consequences. If they don’t like something, they’d frown. If they’re sad, they will show it. And if they are happy, they can light up the world.
“Masks beneath masks until suddenly the bare bloodless skull.”
Whenever we travel, I’ve seen so many who don’t care much for masks. They’ve thrown them away and traded it for honesty. And have used their vulnerability to their advantage. Winning hearts and smiles and above all, giving you hope, that some of us — can survive — without a mask. And we don’t need to hide behind it. We’d do just fine, the way we were born.