I am Masked….

 

I am brave, I am strong, I am successful, I am Happy. I am Masked.

I don’t take off my mask. I face the world with my mask on my real face. I am scared to show my real self to the world because then the world will know that I fear death, disease, loneliness, I feel pain in my body and that in my loved ones’, I have endured several failures and that I am relentlessly trying to be happy despite all troubles big and small.

I am masked all the time, even when I am in bed. I know, if the world will know my fear, it will use my fear to pull me down. If the world would know I fear loneliness, they will sideline me to demoralize me.

If the world will know I feel pain, they will try to hurt my sentiments, my morality, my friends and my self-respect.

The world will try to drive away my loved ones from me by telling them that I am not strong and thus not capable of their love and company.

If I tell the world that I have endured failures, they will mock me. They will mock my humble past, my humble family and my humble heart. This will do no harm to me but to those who like me are willing to struggle their way up to the success.

I conceal my troubles so that the world should not try to enervate my situation. Since the world believes in taking advantage of other’s rough time, there is no use sharing my problems with it.

Even when I reveal my face to those who seem to have the courage to reveal their true face, the moment they step in public they put on their mask.

I am Masked because I have a pure face for GOD and many faces to face the world.