#153.

Breakfast epiphanies seem to have started becoming a regular for me.
I do rather like this one though.

We all cover ourselves with masks, all the god damn time. We use them to envelope the blemishes in our life that qualify negatively enough to be named sadness. We hide the pain caused by those close to us, the burden of their piercing words. We sugar coat our own words for fear of the ones close to us asking questions, and in turn, us accidentally slipping how close they really are.

Masks are for avoiding sadness, grief, loss, desperation and to be frank, our own pessimistic thoughts. But in the end, doesn't that just make our world look like one big masquerade ball? Minus the ball gowns, and the flawlessly weaved bow ties, when we glance around the crowd, we see nothing but seemingly happy people. But the reality is, that under each and every one of our carefully placed disguises, we each have something perfectly hidden. And no matter how much we go out of our way to hide it, we will always glow an evident shade of insecure.

So secrets. Let them out now, before they are found by those who care enough to search, or our masks become so attached, we forget who we were underneath to begin with.