I’m still amazed by how many masks a person can collect and use in a lifetime. We wear masks each and every day in our interactions with the ones around us. We play roles which can change rapidly according to our state of mine, the person we’re talking to, the larger context. We play roles with strangers and we wear masks even when it comes to the closest of relationships, like the ones with our families, our friends or our lovers.
But I keep wondering why we resort to hiding under masks. Are we that afraid of not being liked, of not fitting in? Can’t we just be ourselves and see how it goes from there? But maybe that’s just the opinion of an idealist like me, the opinion of someone who remains stubbornly faithful to the idea of wearing her heart on her sleeve, even if that may bring heartache at times.