Every day we work hard to build our lives and invest in our identities. So much of our personas are attributed to our faces. Your face is who you are.
But, are we nothing more than faces with names?
The mask reminds us that we are not limited to a face and a name. We each have our individual roles, but underneath that mask we are part of something so much greater than ourselves.
We spend precious little time exploring this amorphous expanse of ourselves because we are so caught up in our stories. The career, the family, the social standing. It is insanely hard to let go of the reigns of life. We are afraid to lose these personas we have built for ourselves -- our carefully constructed lives. Yet, strangely, we often find that when these constructs finally come crashing down we are awash with relief.
We have forgotten how to let go. We cannot hear the quiet connection to all things that whispers below the cacophony of the crashing waves. Instead, we swirl around in circles, drowning in a whirlpool of our own design.
The fool has always been the symbol of the unknown. He is the wild card. He is the wanderer who blindly steps off the cliff and into the void with an airy smile and blissful purposelessness. He is a scapegoat, a living joke that royal courts have used throughout time as a reality check when life has become too solemn.
The fool, with no ego to maintain and no reputation to uphold, is liberated from these bonds which we desperately cling to and he is able to laugh at the predicament in which we find ourselves.
Find your mask, if you dare, and, when you're ready, come -- laugh with me.