The masks we wear

Reading this morning about that inner voice that always seems to be chattering away, I find myself thinking about the masks we wear, the ones that hide us even from ourselves.  We read about bad behaviors, and immediately ascribe them to others, never acknowledging that we ourselves are guilty.  We judge others, never realizing that we can only recognize their faults because we've seen them in ourselves.

It seems to me that whenever we find we are congratulating ourselves for good behavior, there's probably some masking going on.  The more serene and peaceful those masks appear to be, the more likely it seems that there's something dark and worrisome churning underneath...