The Man and the Masks. The man never really liked people to see his face; it showed too much. He would put on mask after mask in hopes of never truly being seen. Only those the man trusted were deemed worthy enough to see him for who he was, but who was worthy? Year after year, the man would be ready to reveal himself to someone, but year after year, people gave him reason not to. Ultimately, he lost faith in people entirely. He decided that he would create a mask so concealed, a mask so obscure, that no one would ever guess who he truly was. He created the mask with no eyeholes, no openings for anyone. It’s been said since the beginning of time that the eyes are the windows to the soul. It is true, that if no one could see the man’s eyes, no one would know his intentions. No one would see the man when he is happy, no one would know when he was sad. No one would see his tears. This is exactly what the man wanted, right? No. He soon realized that he couldn’t see anything. He was blinded to the world around him. Blind to the beauty of nature, blind to the beauty in humanity that he took for granted. The man was blind to those happy around him, blind to those sad, and blind to the people who needed him. He couldn’t see anything, the man was surrounded by darkness at all times. He knew he had to change, but how? He tried taking his masks off, but there were so many. He tore them off in hopes of being able to be completely himself for the first time ever, but he couldn’t. The man had no idea who he was anymore; he had lost himself entirely.