When was the last time that we stopped to look at the people around us? Maybe that just happened five minutes ago, or a month ago, a long time ago or perhaps never.
Terribly busy with our daily obligations, we stopped having fun by just observing the human beings.
The rich woman who once was poor loves to display what she has conquered by one way or the other. However, no matter how refined and polished she appears to other people, she will always try to hide the dark side of her past.
The primary school teacher (or perhaps the librarian) – single, in her 40’s; she is a model citizen in the eyes of society, but this woman belongs to category of those who are extremely jealous of those who are pretty, who are married, who have lovely children and, at the same time, who are intelligent and very much active outside their own family.
Grown men who cannot be completely happy with what they have, unless they can show to all in their circle the gorgeous woman who is crazy about him, the dream house at the beach that he has just bought, the brand new, expensive car. Furthermore, these men think they know everything.
Elderly ladies who, with age, turned into saints: they would never think of something inappropriate…, however the truth is that they really yearn for a hot sex scene on the television, or even better, in their own beds – and this is great, because sexual desire is natural at any age.
The teenagers who try to prove themselves, they believe that they are the centre of the universe, thanks to the fancy brand of their sneakers or their jeans; and also due “the modern vocabulary” they use and their threatening posture.
What about the seduction games and the importance of power? They are always the same; easy enough for anyone to notice.
Equipped with some knowledge of human history, I came to the conclusion that humanity has been developing very slowly through the centuries. The anxieties and fears are the same, the desperate need for attention as well as the desire to judge everyone and everything are still the same, and the masks that we put on ourselves as soon as we set foot on the street have hardly changed it’s confection since old times, because as crazy as it might sound that’s what we really desire.
So, if the inner self of each one of us should remain private, we should (at least once in a while) have some fun by simply observing people around us, trying to link their looks with their personality, trying to figure it out what kind of mask they are wearing, but on the other hand not forgetting from time to time to stop in front of the mirror and do the same analysis of ourselves.
Am I what I want to be, or what I must be? Is the mask that I wear right one for me, or is it the one that best hides my vulnerability?