Mask

"Mommy, can I have the power rangers mask?" - Cole, 4 years old.

There are millions of masks. When you fake a smile, you wear a mask. When you pretend you're fine, you wear a mask. When the one you love is oblivious of how you feel, you wear a mask.

Everybody wears a mask. Hypocrisy is a mask that everyone owns. Now, don't you say you don't own one for that would be lying. And that is our second mask. Lies. Stop defending yourself, you know that it's true.

The two most ugly mask that one could own, and everybody has them.

The world would be a beautiful place, without such masks. Ah but then, my dear, would it be?

God blessed us all with a face. I'm not talking about our face, face. The face I'm talking about, is feelings. And that is what masks are for.

To protect your face. To hurt your face.

Our vulnerable faces.

Look for the ones, keep them close, tie them in a bundle if you must. Cherish the ones, the ones who take off their masks, and allow you to take off your mask, in their presence.

"You don't need it, honey. You're a power ranger, a better one, without the mask. Because you're true."