Title: Behind the masks
by Maeve | in writing, non-fiction
I have heard many times people complain about the fact that the majority of people around us seem to always want us to be something we are not, or choose not to be. For example, not long ago I read a girl ranting about how she feels like a actor, who must put on a new face to please those who are around her.
I understand partly what she means, for that happens to me when I am with strangers, but it confused me quite a bit that she said it about their family and friends, not just people she hasn't yet made the acquaintance of very well.
I have found that for me it doesn't matter how I act to the people around me that I love and care for, because when you and another being share a bond of friendship, trust or blood, it is who you are inside that matters to them, and there is no good reason, except when playing, to bother with the masks that all of us are bestowed with in life.
I pondered this for a while, then came to the conclusion, after reading quite a few more of much the same complaint, that it must be a common fashion. A bad habit in other words. And I personally think such a habit should be broken while it still can be, for one day the people who wear the masks will never be able to stop, thus making them forget who they truly are inside. Who they instinctively wanted to be.
As an actress in training, I tend to wear masks a lot, but only for practice, not with the confidence that all the people to whom I am acting for will forever think that is who or what I truly am. They will, as my close companions, be able to see who I am no matter how great the act or costume & mask is.
So remember from this day forth, that you can be whoever you are inside to those people around you who, with you, are true to their fellowship and will always be, and you may do so without fear of them leaving you out for being odd, because what we are inside usually displayed our creative and outgoing characteristics, and those who know us well will never mind to see at times, or quite often.
And this, I think, brings me to the end of this rant, discussion, trail of thought or whatever name you choose to label it with.
My inspiration was from many complaints of having to hide behind masks, even with those to whom we are closest to. This is my reply to that, in a way.
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