 |
 |
 |
| |
Puzzled Mask
I have a collection of masks. It ranges from the unhappy, peculiar to the eternally perplexed. I don each mask for reasons of my own choosing. The fear of being mediocre terrorizes me thus I crave for spontaneity and the constant venturing into the unknown. That unknown is myself.
When I finished school. I though that I had a definition in this world. I was made to believe that my mask was transparent that I can convince others that they see the authentic being infront of them. Little did I know that I would just be passing, failing over and over again until I would eventually question myself, 'Who am I?'¯ As my face changed so did my masks. I learned that I can never fully figure out who I am and that reading self- help books would not do either.
I am not miserable but I wail when I fail.
I am opinionated but admit I am also hypocritical.
I am independent but I am afraid of dying alone.
I am forgiving but I am not forgetful.
I am confident but I am also diffident
I am
'¦still the greatest puzzle I have yet to solve.
Want to comment on this Essays?
Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Essays and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...
|
 |
|
[Back to top]
|
|
|
|
We are who we are, and it's a journey figuring that out.
One little suggestion:
"The fear of being mediocre terrorizes me thus I crave (for) spontaneity and the constant venturing into the unknown." - you could drop "for" here.
Thanks for sharing,
john |
|
|
| Knowing oneself is the key to everything :) |
 |
Comment by: mafsa - 2007-08-13 03:36
|
|
i can relate myself (all teenagers would, of course!)
but then just a golden nugget of advice for myself and all the people who ponder this within their hearts: we must look at our loved ones and God for they serve as light when we wander helplessly in the dark
look at them and that ought to be enough for us... |
|
|
| So few words, Hazel, yet they say so much. I can't speak for everyone but you have hit my nail directly on the head. From the time I was 13 until I graduated from college, I was going to grow up to be a writer. Of course, I had no idea what that meant. In the three years since I have been out of college I have had four different jobs (jobs, not careers) and changed my mind about the impending career a half a dozen times. I too am a puzzle and I commend you for putting it all into words. |
| 1 |
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
