What you don't know is the reality behind the image that man gets slotted into.
Our parents, our siblings, our spouses or our close friends - how well do we know them? For that matter, how well do they know us? If you were to think about it, we really know each other only peripherally. The myriad expectations of others that we burden ourselves with and the countless masks we hide behind as a result, blur the actual picture. We do share our true selves and our feelings with our closest ones, but only to an extent. We have been gifted with an ability to perform, feign and masquerade so perfectly, that rarely is it 'what you see is what you get'. The impressions we create of ourselves are often fake, aren't they?
We all have two faces: the one we put on display for the world, and the real one that no one knows about.
We often fall short of people's expectations and as a result get labelled as someone we are actually not. However, we mutely accept that label and begin believing in it so much that we become that label! We get so involved in trying to fight off this new label that we become a far cry from our original selves. We try and don our originality when we are by ourselves, far away from prying eyes, but do so with a lack of confidence. As a result, we deceive not only our people, but also ourselves. And, what do we get out of this futile exercise? Nothing but desperation and heartache - desperation to be what we truly are, and heartache for living a life of duality.
We wear different masks and put up an impeccable performance for the sake of our dear ones, for their happiness and peace of mind. Though, on rare uninhibited, unguarded moments, our masks do come off, revealing our true faces. And, boy, does it stun the people with what they see! It does leave us feeling exhilarated, doesn't it? People's liking aside, being our original selves does leave us feeling euphoric, like finally we are able to shed the garb of falsity we have been donning all along and be our true, magnificent selves, the way we were supposed to be, isn't it?
Really, what do we gain from being someone we are not? Why not celebrate our inherent qualities and accept ourselves, flaws and all? People will always have an opinion about us. Ignoring those as well as the negative thoughts that run through our mind, is the best that we can do for ourselves. Who is perfect here, anyway?
Let us all learn to just be ourselves. Be the way we were meant to be, live the life we would love to and work towards making ourselves happy, people's expectations be damned! What's the point in living life as a fake anyway, when there is so much happiness in being original?
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