Our Faceless Masks
Is it not a crime that those in masks are often the ones given the highest of attention? Masked villains, masked vigilantes and masked crooks. The more intricate the crime, the more stylised the mask. A man in a mask can do far more than any naked faced individual. The mask can hide all the injustices, the lies, the deceits that person holds, their worst inner workings and thoughts are covered by nothing more than a piece of card, plastic or cloth.
Then again, a masked individual can be the start of a revolution, their mask becomes a symbol. A symbol of hope, or change. A mask can hide all vices or stand for all virtues. A mask can both create equality or cause discrimination. A country can be united under a symbol, but can just as easily be divided.
Our whole lives we are taught to be individuals but to be identical, to be different but con-formative. To stand out from the crowd but be able to seep straight back in. We are called to choose our lives but more often that not our lives are chosen for us. Each choice we make narrows the next. Throughout our day we put on our home faces, our friend faces, our faces for the public and private. It seems we own too many masks.
With a world so full of masks when can someone be truly free? With each mask we add do we lose a part of our true nature. We become afraid to take off the masks of daily life, to the point that we create an entirely new persona of ourselves, one where society dictates its shaping. Our friends become our handlers as we choose to conform our very faces to beseech acceptance.
Through our friends, family and peers do we reinvent our masks, to suit them?Choosing appropriate clothing, food, houses, people and partners that our ‘new’ persona would fit best? Hiding our passions and joy with passions of another’s, all to fit into a society which calls for individualism.
This mask we use to hide away our feelings, our fears or our loves, what benefit does it have? We may create for ourselves a life of wealth or fame or even of bliss but does than mean we have created a life perfect for our true-selves? Through continually changing our mask do we in fact create a life that would suit our masks and not ourselves.
The things we now believe we love, are they all in fact fabrications we have created in our minds through our ever changing masks. The films we watch, the books we read, the sports we love. Are all of these actually a lie? A lie to ourselves, tricking our minds into believing we like something just because another person convinces us that watching/reading/playing this will enrich our lives and makes us ‘better’.
Maybe the men and women we see in the news in their masks are actually more true than us. They do what they like and are unconcerned by the consequences or other’s opinions. Or is there a far worse and more logical conclusion…that they too are frauds, hiding behind their many masks. Only their masks are so ingrained and run so deep that they can no longer reshape or change their faces. If that is true then we are in for a far worse future, can this mean that no one is exempt from utterly changing themselves? or does it only show that these masks are part of human development? That we are born to change our feelings, moods, loves, hates. This could show some hope, that these masks are in fact not masks at all but simply stages of life OR does it mean our societies work under the control and influence and the masks show our obedience to them. Do we change for the sake of acceptance or is it more basic than that, our masks are an act of survival in a time where individuality is both encouraged but also thoroughly stamped out.
The question you should ask yourself now isn’t whether your masks are many or innumerable but what made you continue to read this article and why? The fact that you read through this to the end may tell you more about yourselves than you realise…



