In life, it’s very easy to go through the motions. Routine, I find, is a coping mechanism. Everybody is going through something on any given day. While we may respond to the passerby’s question of “How are you?” with a “Fine,” we know that many times, our answer is a lie.
Paul Laurence Dunbar explains this internal struggle best in his poem, “We Wear the Mask:”
We wear the mask that grins and lies,It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—This debt we pay to human guile;With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise,In counting all our tears and sighs?Nay, let them only see us, whileWe wear the mask.We smile, but, O great Christ, our criesTo thee from tortured souls arise.We sing, but oh the clay is vileBeneath our feet, and long the mile;But let the world dream otherwise,We wear the mask!