The Mask doesn’t hide the Eyes
Why do heroes hide their faces? Hero’s wear masks because they don’t want their identity known. They wear masks to protect the ones they care about. Most masks however don’t hide the eyes. There’s something to be said about wanting to hide your identity. There’s a truth behind wanting to be someone, or something other then the truth of what remains. The mask that allows the eyes to be seen to the trained observer, they can see through and it’s incredibly difficult to hide. When the world is heavy, the road is rough. When the sins of this world destroy our faith in humanity, the fall from eve is littered with the foretelling of what was to come for us. Genesis 3:18-20 “18 Both thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you, And you shall eat the herb of the field. 19 In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread Till you return to the ground, For out of it you were taken; For dust you are, And to dust you shall return.” The ground shall bring forth the pains to get in the way of hard work. The world turned to be inhospitable and in that, the promise we will return to the ground.
We hide our pain, and we hide the suffering deep down. We push people away, and we hurt people that are close to us so that we can run from our own pain. Perhaps we push those away because a mistake we’ve made and we fear of hurting them again. Whatever the reason, whatever the cause, no mater what it is, we hide the pain so deeply inside that perhaps we may never feel whole again.
The focus of our lives are the things we perceive to be important. The loved ones we have, our prized possessions, our favored pet, but through it all it’s God. God being our number one is the only true comfort we will ever have. When we find our comfort, our desires fulfilled through worldly means, the long term important issues will always fail us. People will let us down, but how do we handle life when it does? When life is at it’s worst, when we just can’t seem to catch a break we wear that pain in our eyes. It’s hard to fake it till you make it sometimes. Often we bury that pain and we store it till we eventually just can’t do it anymore. When we hold onto and hide that pain how often do we feel horrible?
The life we live continues as the sum comes up. Up early while everyone sleeps. The world still spins. The world doesn’t stop to ask if you’re all right. The world doesn’t stop when pain hits. So if the world doesn’t stop I shall not either. The pain will remain, and the eyes will hold it. The mask shall stay on. Hide as much as I can, and only time, a lot of time perhaps, will eventually allow the pain to leave.