We are more complex than one might ever fully appreciate. Our thoughts and desires are not necessarily on display for others to notice, or even for we ourselves to realise. It is possible for our external attitude and manner to be in discord with our inner mind scape, not simply mere discord but serious disharmony.

The masks within conceal our true natures not only from the observer’s eye, but from our own perceptions as well. Sometimes we don’t want to face or acknowledge what we feel, what we want, what we need, what we desire. Sometimes the maintenance of a projected self-image becomes more important than its personal fulfilment, which in turn necessitates the cultivation of a more private persona that achieves what the public image cannot.

Anyway, I was just thinking about how often we have dual identities: the public and the private. They’re not always the same, are they? Additionally, total self-knowledge isn’t always welcome or embraced unless absolutely necessary. Why do we shy away from peering into the furthest reaches of our inner selves? The possibility of uncovering unpleasant or disturbing truths, I guess.

The masks within. Evocative wordplay, no?