Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear...For, I wear a mask-I wear a thousand masks, masks that I am afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that is second nature to me.
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, my ever-concealing mask. Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me-in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.
I play the game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance with-out, and a trembling child within.
And so begins the parade of masks, and my life becomes a front, I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything, of what is crying within me. So, when I'm going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying-what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but can't say. I dislike hiding. Honestly, I dislike the superficial game I'm playing, the superficial phony game. I'd really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me, but you've got to help me.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes, the blank stare of the breathing dead. Only you can call me into aliveness. With your sensitivity and empathy, and your power to be understanding, you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.
You alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty, from my lonely prison.
Please try to be gentle with me; for a child is very sensitive. Who am I you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every man and I am every woman you meet....
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, my ever-concealing mask. Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me-in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.
I play the game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance with-out, and a trembling child within.
And so begins the parade of masks, and my life becomes a front, I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything, of what is crying within me. So, when I'm going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying-what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but can't say. I dislike hiding. Honestly, I dislike the superficial game I'm playing, the superficial phony game. I'd really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me, but you've got to help me.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes, the blank stare of the breathing dead. Only you can call me into aliveness. With your sensitivity and empathy, and your power to be understanding, you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.
You alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty, from my lonely prison.
Please try to be gentle with me; for a child is very sensitive. Who am I you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every man and I am every woman you meet....
2 comments:
Excellent post!!
Reminds me of what I was a couple of years ago. Life, however, taught me a few things. I have learnt to take 100% responsibility for my actions.
When you make a mistake, admit it. when you harm somebody, say you are sorry (geuinely, not just for the heck of it). People may look down upon you when you are honest, but it gives you an internal satisfaction. Your soul doesn't weep. The mask slowly fades away, and the real man/woman behind the mask comes out to face the world - to please himself/herself, not anybody else.
Again, beautiful post. I like the way you write. :)
More!!!!!
hi jyoti
life, the way most people live it, is a sham. they go thru the routine coz thats what they hav been told to.coz that is convinient and safe. sadly, in the process they loose touch with who they really are..and tat is the begining of the vicious cycle of endless unfulfillment..money, power, things like tat.. but inside one is empty..for we have not tasted the meaning of being really present and whole.
it is a tough journey, discovering who one is.its fraught with fears and aloneness.one shud know that one wud be ostracized, cut off from what one has known till now.. all the loves wud run dry.. the way goes from the crowd, to the forest, thru the garden and to your home..to the eternal being inside..
its beautiful tat u hav realized that being a surface person is nothing but misery..
welcome to the journey of self discovery..
empathy
manish
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