Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort. -Jean Cocteau
I love what Cocteau says above: when we are unable to find our true selves and to be our true selves, we are “unable to withdraw into [ourselves]” and “[we] disguise [ourselves].” There is poignancy in the correlation of temporary comfort and the lies that we tell ourselves when we are in the midst of disguise; it is a false comfort, a false way of thinking and a false life.
We all have our own various strategies of disguise. Perfectionism for some, complacency for others. Some of us put great effort forth into our style, makeup and external appearance hoping to disguise the pain of the lies we tell ourselves on the inside. Others create disguises of self-doubt and low self-worth, justifying the discontent that we feel within our hearts for the life that we are not living.
The only thing that our desperate disguises determine is the quality of life that we ultimately allow ourselves to live. The lies and inaccuracies that you tell yourself and allow yourself to live out are nothing but poison to the purpose of your life. You are not fooling anyone but yourself, so let your masquerade drop and dare to be true to you.