The Stranger in the Mirror

The masks that hide us all: How long will the lies last? How many masks will we keep on the shelf? When will it stop? I have come to the conclusion that one will not truly know themselves until they surrender their masks. We have a different mask for every occasion. A mask for school. A mask for friends. A mask for church. A mask for parents. A mask for God. We wear these masks around every fickle relationship that we have created. It becomes so natural that over time we forget what we truly look like. How vain is it to lie to yourself! We stare at the mirror as we look into the eyes of a stranger. The reflection is so ambiguous it is as if a blind man were granted sight and he was starring at himself for the first time. The face that is underneath has become dormant. Solomon, in all his wisdom, at the end of his life stared at himself and screamed who am I?! Does it take death to finally become alive? Is love only tangible once breath has escaped our body? Or will we learn to strip ourselves of all that hides us, and finally become who we really are. Eleanor Rigby died with her mask on. Her mask lies lifeless in her grave. No one was saved. She was never alive. She never took off her mask. Will you strip your masks away? Or will they suffocate you to your grave?