Different People

Sometimes it seems as though the person you thought you were is not the person that usually inhabits your life. It is as though who you think you are and who everybody else that your life intersects with sees when they see you are two different people.

This is so obviously true when you are the sort of person who, for whatever reason, who feels that you need to project an image towards other people. Perhaps there are times when you need to be, or seem to be, the ideal lover, the ideal parent, the ideal boss, the perfect wife, the essential employee, a true friend.

Often it is not that – at the time – you do not feel that the person you are projecting, the role that you are playing, is not you in some way. It is just that you are like an iceberg, the visible part, the role you are playing, is only a fraction of the whole. There is so much more of you that is hidden, below the surface you show to the world.

There are times though when you want to break out of these roles, when the hot sun of your days wants to melt, crumble and shatter that part of your iceberg that has – up to now seemed top float around on the tides of life so serenely; times when you want to ice to melt and reveal what you see as the true shape of you.