The Masquerade Of Life
Sometimes I just do random and today’s post is a prime example of that, thoughts in my head captured on a page. So I considered:-
Life could be described as a ‘Big Masquerade!’ couldn’t it? I have heard this said before at some point in my life, so it’s neither a personal light bulb moment nor a unique thought by myself.
But, how honest are we as people with our lives and how we portray it each day? We here it in companies today and it’s all part of the accepted corporate and political buzz words bantered around, ‘We must be transparent.’ But what does that truly mean? My perception of transparent – isn’t necessarily in the same place as yours? Another goody is, ‘being authentic.’ At what point does ‘authentic’ and ‘transparent’ become too much? Over said and with no meaning anymore?
How real are we to be as we spin, twirl, dance and walk our way through life?
Some of us are elaborately dressed in our masks and costumes. They are stunning in their design and formidable as a defense. While others are more simple, plain and subdued. Perfected in the art of camouflage, the goal of being unnoticeable in the affray of colour and action that goes on around us.
All you see are the eyes, often described as the ‘window to the soul.’ But even here the art is to reveal nothing. Flirt and smize but be sure to move on, never give too much away.
Even before our loved ones the dance continues. At what point do we really lay bare? Rest on our laurels? Even before God we hide 🙂
Where do our masks appear? Where would you say they become evident? At a guess I would say in our feelings, emotions and attitudes. So I asked myself a few things to see and try to gauge my own internal reaction. Is it a positive response or one of negative agreement?
Q. Trust – Do I trust like that of a child, easily and happily? hmm err?……… (got that right!:-)
Q. Do I wear my heart on my sleeve? err?…… what do you think?
Q. Do I like being in control? How & When do I use it?
Q. Being openly vulnerable am I comfortable with that?
Q. Love, is that gauged and measured or am I a free spirit?
Am I being too cynical or is there an uncomfortable truth in all of this?
Masks…… who is truly without one of some shape or form? Who can say they truly know someone inside out 100% That they face everything and that they hide nothing of them self?
I think there is always meant to be an element of the unknown about us. After all what’s left of interest when a book is read? Question is, what percentage of us is the unknown and the hidden? 90%, 80%, 50% maybe just 20%? Where does balance find itself in any of us? Guaranteed if it could be measured it wouldn’t be in the same place for all.
Well that’s my random moment of thought over… until next time:-)
Be the change you want to be.
Aquene7 = Peace