The Man Behind the Curtain

The Wizard of Oz is such a classic film. It was originially written as a children's novel by L. Frank Baum, and published in 1900. There is the cowardly lion, tin man without a heart, and scarecrow without a brain. Then there's also an evil witch, a good witch, and Dorothy whose only desire is to return home safely. I find it interesting that each character's individual search for completion is based on filling several crucial human needs. The characters require wisdom, heart, courage, and sense of home. However, in every instance it is quite obvious what each lacks as you see the tin man feeling empty, the scarecrow acting dumb, and the lion being fearful. Actually, it's only the lion that tries to portray toughness by chasing Toto, until little Dorothy sets him straight.

Of all the people in the movie, the one I most identify with is not part of the band of misfits. I am most akin to the mighty wizard of Oz. He presents himself as this looming figure, all powerful, and with a booming voice that might scare the heartiest of souls. He then declares "Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!'. It is then revealed that the seemingly omnipotent wizard is nothing more than an ordinary man hiding behind a small curtain. Not only is he just a man, but he is a scared and timid man praying on the visible weakness of others.

Speaking in generalities, I think it's all too cliche to say we cover our brokeness with false facades. Taking the analogy one step further, I believe we(I) attempt to display the very opposite of the things we are fearful for others to see. I, for one, subconsciously put off this stoic vibe of quiet strength and confidence. Other times I find myself quite consciously acting in a manner that may be over masculine,arrogant,tough, or bad ass in order to blanket my insecurities. Often the weakest and most insecure men are the ones packing into gyms, hitting on women, and showing off just how "manly" they can be. Those of us who are afraid of looking unintelligent read many books, surround ourselves with intellectuals, and only engage in the most thought provoking conversations. We use exterior prowess and confidence to hide our true frailness. I am not immune to the seductiveness of putting off false airs and how it will allow me to be perceived in the way I desire by others. Is perception truly reality?

Those who have built up incredible self doubt over their body image may be the folks who end up buying the fanciest clothes, nicest cars, and houses. Often broken households are cloaked with the luxuries of marble and golden gates. Our pretenses are really like the Emperor's New Clothes. We only feel that what we have on is what we are, but the transparency of our costume is nothing more than a placebo effect for our ego. I think this is a large reason why society seems to mock people who are truly comfortable in their own skin, and why we attack those who find fulfilment in who they really are. It's like we say unless we can make you just as insecure and doubtful, how dare you flaunt your lack of fear infront of the crowds. When you have finally been shamed enough to cover your true self, then we will call off the dogs, but we'll always be around to remind you when you unconform.

There is nothing wrong with the man behind the curtain. It's the giant, green, glowing head of the wizard that commands you to not pay attention to him that is wrong. That wizard is your ego and pride telling you to keep yourself hidden, because then people will see you for what you really are. Now that's a horse of a different color!