Trying to reconcile the past, starts getting more than just a little bit mucky, the more you try to figure out the future. You can’t get where you’re going unless you know where you came from and use that to find your bearing; unless, of course, you’re still holding onto lost ambitions. Everyone thinks that there is a mask that people put on to deal with the world; a mask that’s carefully designed and created by the people that put them on. I agree that there is a type of mask but it’s more of a callus than a hairstyle; something grown, not donned. We build up a resistance to the bullshit life brings. Things don’t get easier to deal with because they become less. Things get easier because we become stronger and more adept to deal with them. The problem with these masks is that they start to cover up who you are at your core and people only start to recognize the callus built out of our reactions to the things we’ve gone through. Perspective is a product of experience and empathy but the real growth comes from pushing through something you absolutely knew in your soul, you couldn’t survive. There has to be a point in life where the mask, something we use as a way to cope, starts to outweigh who we really are. How many of our dreams and ambitions have been lost behind the masks we wear and how do we shave away the callous that’s there. If you don’t cut them all off, they will form again and if you cut to deep, you’re starting to tear away and remove parts of who you really are. Do we lose our dreams or ignore them? Can we ever get them back or rationalize their lose with logic and emotion? What dreams have you lost? Do you even remember? Does that bother you or is there a certain level of comfort and type of false hope pretending they’re still out there?
