Between the delirious and the reality, I flirt by the borders every now and then. Melting away, nothing seems to matter much but the mundaneness of the passing day. Clenching, un-clenching, the heart continues to pump and life continues as sure as the sky is endless.
Skin pale as the moonlight, it reflects an unreadable expression. Neither a smile nor a frown, not one of worry or anger; Schooled features, a mask of perfectness that veils something. Like something made of molded clay, permanent and flawless.
This, a facade... I wonder when the day would come for it to be broken.
There was this dialogue in the movie V for Vendetta...
Evey: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form of the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey: I can see that.
V: Of course you can, I'm not questioning your powers of observation but the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey: Oh.
Unknowingly, people don on their favourite masks, different ones for different people. That's because people are terrified. Terrified of letting themselves go, horrified at the thought of placing a defenseless self on the front line of fire.
What they do not know, is that by letting themselves go, they create a fearless shield that protects them, because they understand that the abuse received from others is nothing compared to what they feel within themselves.
There is this equation I believe in,
Fear from others (20%) + fear from self (80%) = susceptibility to manipulation by others
Reality compared to your own inner demons are peanuts.
The mind creates the world, the world dominates the mind. What an irony.
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