We every day "put on" a new mask for a suitable occasion: business meeting, work, going to visit, talking with children ... Without a mask, we can only be with ourselves (?)
From the moment of birth we learn hypocrisy, hypocrisy. As children, we are already trying to try on different masks and get certain bonuses from adults from this.
As adults, we every day are forced to use other people's faces, and we think that without them we will not be understood. This game lasts throughout our life and even more - this game becomes our vital necessity.
Time flies inexorably. Life with a huge number of other masks masks our soul. Grinding their masks, putting on them a new, perfect make-up, you begin to choke. You wait, you hope that soon everything will change, you can remove the mask, throw it away and just become yourself ... Life passes, and this moment does not come ... You already begin to despise yourself for constant fear, for the impossibility of living without someone else's Face.
There are situations when "the soul is scraped by cats," and you still have to play your role, to which everyone is already accustomed. Sometimes, at such moments, we "break", discard the mask, and the surrounding "ofighest" from us such as we really are.
Live, playing different roles, putting on other people's masks is very difficult and dangerous. Our life is so short that "the game is not worth the candle."