The mask

The mask, more than its utility and where we can see it, it is now evident even outside the streets, in public areas. I can often see individuals wearing a mask going to their workplace or their school. Because it is unusual, it’s likewise normal for others to react with either an alarm or concern, or both. Concern for whose wearing probably because of their fragile condition and to be away for further damage to oneself. Or alarm as this might signal a widespread disease.

In Wuhan, China, individuals arranged to purchase face covers, with numerous drug stores restricting deals to one bundle for each client. All occupants, where the outbreak was first identified, have been requested to wear covers when in open spots, government staff have been asked to wear them at work and shopkeepers were advised to post signs for their guests.

In ash fall-affected areas near Taal, residents are also wearing masks to prevent respiratory diseases leading to health complications. Such prevention measure from health hazard is the call of the times. We don’t want to aggravate the condition. We explore whatever ways possible just to protect ourselves and our loved ones.

But there are also masks used to conceal one’s emotions or true feelings. One to hide certain emotions. In this case, one has to have a strong persona in order to let go of one’s genuine heart.

A masks covers the face, concealing feeling and character, similar to the hood of a medieval executioner or as in customary Japanese theater. A cover may permit its wearer to underline one aspect of themselves, or submerge themselves and perform acts that are absolutely out of character. They likewise secure the wearer, similar to protection, from activities of their own and others. Creature veils regularly mean an association with the creatures themselves, a kind of come back to the condition of heaven.

We exceed expectations at wearing masks. We fool our companions, associates, friends, and family with the different veils we wear. Usually, we abstain from communicating who we truly are and what we truly think, since we need to fit in, gain endorsement, and, significantly, attempt to limit struggle. We destroy veils to put the impression or deception of a progressively "perfect life" — having the right activity or occupation, the right vehicle, the right house, the right companion or accomplice, the right garments. We hole up behind marks, titles, and money. Our real identity is concealed by the bogus character of our assets, jobs, activities, and words.

At some point, we wear invisible masks just to cover what we truly feel. Apart from the general knowledge this practice will persist for as long as one would continue to fool others, and in a way fooling him also in the process.

Others wear masks of magnificence while, alternately, others wear exceptionally plain covers, reluctant to communicate, scared of judgment and conceivable dismissal from others. We wear covers, since we fear others will see who we truly are. We need to shield ourselves from their judgment and emotional assault, dreading we will uncover our shortcomings, dreading we won't be adequate, dreading we won't have a place.

It takes one to know the real self, one that that is accepting of limitations as well as that of others, embracing change for the better.