The face can be revered, adored and pampered. A face is expected to be beautiful. A face can be ugly. A face can give you a person while even a whole body cannot. A face will bear the mark of time. It can also tell you craziness and unpredictability. It will show exhaustion, sorrow, pain. It will also convey happiness, relief, contentment and ecstasy. It can show anger, dissapointment and hate. It gives you definition, character, age and depth. The face that you wear, is recognizable. It reveals people how they are going to respond and know you. It is also capable of conceiling parts of you.
As a person my face is everything. I show it to everyone from those I call my family and friends, to my pets and to strangers. My whole personality is based on how I look or even how I see myself in the mirror. Because I am the one in control of how I would present my face to the world. But then there is also the factor of people having their opinions on what a face represents. I have been both beautiful and ugly.
For 24 years, together with the rest of society, I have differentiated people and attributed characteristics to them based mostly on their face. Tell me a name and I will remember that person's face and every little detail, history and opinion will soon follow. But for me it ends there, because I do not place judgment on how people should be living their lives. My worth cannot be just taken from face value just like everybody else who complain about being misunderstood. But how many people know and understand this. But more than just another face in a crowd, I am full of stories, of experiences, thoughts and opinions. I have skills, talents and capabilities. As long as I live on this planet, people will continue to judge me and see my face. The only entity doing the judging is us, humans. No animal has ever judged character, race or lifestyle. No cloud, tree or mountain has ever dictated what a person can and cannot do. No star can determine if a child is born or dies. God has made this so. For every crime and war in the world, it is not fate, destiny nor God that governs because it is man who makes the decisions and judgement on what is to live or die. We share same experiences, thoughts, and even history but we all want to be individuals. And even if I know that people cannot know my story, even if I tried and even if there are poeple out there willing to know me, I cannot share the full experience of my person. My worth can only be known to me. In that regard I am an invidividual, but as long as I share the same air, water and land with the rest of humanity then I am just another face in the crowd.