We all bear masks – to be liked, to fit in, to be accepted…
Only for brief moments the human is without mask, defenseless, fragile, gentle, very sweet and vulnerable. Only a flash and the mask slips on again. Protected again.
My mask smiles forever, like a clown’s. The eyes sparkling, smile to the ears and a small tear-drop in the corner of the eye. He’s never sad, tired or angry. Perhaps ironic sometimes.
By letting go who I'm trying to be I'm becoming the one I can be. Abandoning that I have I will know what I really need. When I feel myself empty and destroyed I will start to develop. By letting go I will endure.