The Masks
I had to read a book EQM: Emotional Quotient Management (by Antony Dio Martin) - the book is in Indonesian language by the way - and made a paper for passing 'Managing People and Organization' class. I had been tempted to skip reading through the pages of the book. However, I was really glad to say that I could finish reading all pages.So I got the whole pictures of emotional quotient management and got very interesting insights about myself and others.
One of the insights are about the masks that human wear daily. How often we use masks to disguise ourselves. We mask ourselves for the fear of rejection, pride, or simply we don't know our true identity. Our true identity is not just our names, or ID card, or where we are from, family, background; but true identity also about how comfortable we present ourselves to others without any pretension. Sound simple, but it's hard because sometimes we wear the masks without realizing it. We need to be honest to ourselves and evaluate ourselves daily. We might never be perfect, but we surely be better persons if we honest to ourselves.
I made a poem based on the masks described in the book. Well I just try to interpret it with my own words.
The Masks
If the world is a stage,
Then human are the actors.
Wearing masks daily,
Hiding their true identity.
Some people wear masks of luxury,
Covering all over head-to- toes with tags.
Valuing others through their property,
their diamond rings or even their Gucci bags.
Others hide behind their titles,
or trying to be called with honorific names.
Their heads soar high,
Yet their minion souls are still same.
Others are being trapped in their egos,
Trapping themselves in a prison that called pride.
Using others to elevate their worth,
Leaving hurtful hearts on their side.
Some wears their morality robe,
Present themselves oh so holy.
Yet their hearts are not full of love.
Their tainted souls are seedy.
Some disguise themselves as heroes,
Living themselves in illusion.
Their souls are craving for attention,
Their paths lead them into confusion.
Some people cloth themselves with power,
Manipulating others to gain their desire.
Their hearts are filled with greed,
All their think are their needs.
Some people use their sexuality,
To gain their identity.
They tutored their bodies to snare,
But only lusts, not love, they can share.
We have the choice to wear the masks,
or in truth we bask.
When we reveal ourselves,
in building character we delve.
One of the insights are about the masks that human wear daily. How often we use masks to disguise ourselves. We mask ourselves for the fear of rejection, pride, or simply we don't know our true identity. Our true identity is not just our names, or ID card, or where we are from, family, background; but true identity also about how comfortable we present ourselves to others without any pretension. Sound simple, but it's hard because sometimes we wear the masks without realizing it. We need to be honest to ourselves and evaluate ourselves daily. We might never be perfect, but we surely be better persons if we honest to ourselves.
I made a poem based on the masks described in the book. Well I just try to interpret it with my own words.
The Masks
If the world is a stage,
Then human are the actors.
Wearing masks daily,
Hiding their true identity.
Some people wear masks of luxury,
Covering all over head-to- toes with tags.
Valuing others through their property,
their diamond rings or even their Gucci bags.
Others hide behind their titles,
or trying to be called with honorific names.
Their heads soar high,
Yet their minion souls are still same.
Others are being trapped in their egos,
Trapping themselves in a prison that called pride.
Using others to elevate their worth,
Leaving hurtful hearts on their side.
Some wears their morality robe,
Present themselves oh so holy.
Yet their hearts are not full of love.
Their tainted souls are seedy.
Some disguise themselves as heroes,
Living themselves in illusion.
Their souls are craving for attention,
Their paths lead them into confusion.
Some people cloth themselves with power,
Manipulating others to gain their desire.
Their hearts are filled with greed,
All their think are their needs.
Some people use their sexuality,
To gain their identity.
They tutored their bodies to snare,
But only lusts, not love, they can share.
We have the choice to wear the masks,
or in truth we bask.
When we reveal ourselves,
in building character we delve.
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