Do you ask me how I went crazy? It happened this way: One day, long before the gods were born, I woke up from a deep dream and I discovered that someone had stolen all of my masks - Yes; seven masks that I had prepared myself, and that I have worn in seven different lives-; I ran without a mask through the crowded streets of people screaming:-Thieves! Thieves! Damn robbers!
Men and women laughed at me, and when some of them looked at me, they ran off, full of horror, to take refuge in their homes. And when I reached the market square, a young man, standing on the roof of his house, pointing at me, shouted:-look! That is a mad man!
I looked up to see who was screaming, and, for the first time the sun stroked my bare face and my soul got filled up of a huge love for the sun, and I did not longer have any masks . And as if I were trapped in a trance, I shouted:-Blessed! Blessed thieves who have robbed my masks!
Thus, I went crazy.
And in my madness, I have found freedom and security; freedom of loneliness and the security of not being understood, because those who understand us enslave a part of our being.
But don't let me get too proud of my safety, 'cause even the imprisoned thief isn't safe from another thief.
GIBRÁN KHALIL GIBRÁN
Most of the time we walk through life pretending we are someone we are not. May be because we want to be protected from pain and suffer, or maybe because we want to hide a deep suffering in our soul. But, are these masks we put on, that appart us from real world, that prevent us to meet real happiness and to let people to really know our inner being. So, let's take those masks off, and for the first time, lets take the risk of living. Let's give the ones we love everything they deserve from us, let's make them a part of us. Only then we will able to say we are really living!!
