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The true face

She looked him in the face. Desperately trying to read from it. What he thought at that moment? What he felt in that moment? Which language spoke his heart that night?

She wanted to know it absolutely. She wants to know more. But they failed. And the failure is something that will not keep you in the future saves.
because the man she loves, wears a mask.
And his real face is hidden from it.
She kept wondering who the man she believes to love so dearly?
What kind of person he is? On what he thinks? To what he doubts? In what hopes his heart?

What hides behind the man with the mask? Is he really a soulful, sensitive man? Does he perhaps even the same fears and concerns as they?
he has similar hopes and dreams?
What is behind the man who shows so emotionless? Did he in fact a vulnerable soul? Sometimes he feels just as fragile and weak?
There are so many questions they would like to ask him. But she knows that she no response is received. For he pulls his mask does not. Not for them. Instead, he keeps playing his game, while his true self remains hidden in the dark.
And she can only imagine what is hiding behind it.
She has no doubt that he is a man with two faces.
But is it really so wrong?
Have we not all two faces?

Be honest with you. How often have you tried with success to be something which you are not? How often have you stood in front of your mirror and you have asked who is this girl that you faced there with a smile?
it was a real smile? If it was the smile that came from your heart? Or was it the smile of your mask? The mask that you put on to hide your true feelings. The mask to protect you from the world. So that the world does not see who you really are and what you feel honestly. So people can not imagine that you're not happy today. The mask that hides your face from the outside world. It's your face. It is your true face.
During the second face is nothing more than a facade. The facade of yourself

You say you are okay. Although it is a lie.
You smile. Although you want to scream.
You start to laugh. Although you want to cry.
You show up combative. Although you have already given up.
You carry your jokes. Although torments of grief.
You rejoice over the day. Although each hour has become a burden.
You show the world your face. Although it is not your true face.

Certainly each of us has shown schonmal someone he is not.
A cheerful man, perhaps, while screaming inside us all.
But why do that? Why can not we be as simple as we are?

I think most people find it very difficult to admit that they are doing poorly. This is understandable. Can we ever allow it because we have to show weakness?
May we show our tears? May we the world reveal that our heart is bleeding?



Surely we should but we do not do this.
Because we want to be proud of.
We want to be strong.
We want our fragile, vulnerable side to hide from the world. Because too often we feel that the world does not want to see this page. And see not.
It is expected that we are strong.
We should be strong.
We must be strong.
And finally we are.

And so we put on our masks and go through the world.
But there are people for whom it is worthwhile to drop the mask.
And there are people who look after our facade and realize our true feelings. These people deserve that we are honest with them. We can finally drop and can be as we want. With all the feelings.
It is a sign of strength to can also show weakness. Admitting that one is not always the strong person for whom one is always kept. Admit that not everything is perfect. Admit that there is a second face.

because the evidence of true greatness and strength.

So, put the mask.

Let me just once look into your soul. Only this one time show me who you really are. Show me what you feel. Show me what you think. Show me what your heart speaks.

Show me your true face.