KamikaZEN

Cats are elegant creatures, they are almost like living sculptures. Something in them seems innately beautiful, as if they were quietly letting the whole world know how perfectly comfortable they feel in their own skin.

I must confess that sometimes I feel a bit of envy whenever my cats sit silently around me, just being themselves.

In order to properly function in this world I have to wear a mask with a miriad layers. I become a designer, a husband, a son, a teacher, and many other roles, running in and out of stage, like an actor in a bizarre play we call our human life.

My cats, on the other hand, just have to be cats.

With this in mind, I sit down on the safu and slowly peel away another thin layer of the million faced mask.

Maybe someday I will only be whatever lies under the mask. Perhaps in the end I’ll find nothing at all ever lied under the mask. I don’t know.

So, until I finally find out, I’ll just keep peeling layer after layer of the mask.