The surface and the beneath logic

In every situation, there is a story. Under every surface,  mysteries exists; there are many layers to be uncovered, discovered and explored. As I reflect, I begin to see connection in just about everything. The earth, the universal...The very ground that we stood on, the very framework of our physical being. There are so many angles to the physical- chameleon embedded. Each time you wear something different, your image changes. When you are in a different environment, your outlook and behaviour changes. What you do,  captures an ever evolving side of you. Your routine, your habits  tells a visual story of you.

That is all in the surface, the visual picture of you, but within the recognisable human frame, there is also the hidden part of you, the unique you. Nobody know who you really are, until and unless, they dig a little deeper into you. Even then, the inner mysteries cannot be fully encoded. Do you really know, for sure,  what actually goes on in the mind of another? Can you feel their actual pain, their sorrows , their happiness and their joys? You say, you could. Isn't that being conceited and rather cocky? Could you really? Isn't it more empathy, the feelings and the sharing of the emotions and not the real stab of pain and the wonderment of the joy? Can you read the mind of another person?

Ok, let's not get too academic and wordy about this. Let me try to  give you an illustration. The other day, I was in this government hospital and there was this lovely PHD student trying to gather information from the patients waiting at the outpatients. She was conducting a medical survey for her PHD and her document contains at least six pages of front and back  questionnaires. I'm never one for surveys, even the ones with a reward attached. However, her 'please help me appeal', caught the sympathetic side and I took one set and started the task. A couple of pages down, it became a chore and it got distasteful. Too many irrelevant personal information. Few would want to disclose those information to a complete stranger, survey or no survey. The total put off  was the name, particulars and the ID of the respondents . The , 'oh shucks' thoughts were running through my mind, but the polite smile stayed fixed. The visual side of me appeared accommodating and calm enough but the  mind , rebels and abhors, well just a little.:)

You cry at funerals, sharing in the grieve of a friend who had lost her husband. You said, you 'grieve' with your friend. But then, you get to get out of the grieving situation (which is not yours in the first place) , detached and go home  to do your own thing. You probably slept peacefully that night. . Your friend remains attached to the grieve, cut up and in pain. The lost is hers, you cannot  feel her pain and loss, no, not in the way that she does.How could you? Each tear she sheds came from her inside, the within.Yours is only  on the surface, more on sympathetic plain.  .

A teacher, groggy and edgy from  the flu virus and in her flu stricken state, thought  her students were not responsive enough, (the background story and  circumstance  of the situation)  when in actual fact, they were great. She lost her patience. The students responded by  retreating into their shell, unsure what to make of the situation, but still they remain respectful . BUT, it  doesn't mean everything is running smoothly beneath.. I remember such a situation when I was a student. My mind played out  a number of vicious attacks, no words came from me, but, sir, my thoughts were pretty  angry and rebellious  "you old dragon " was one, "you big bully' was another, "wait till I'm older and I'll karate you, the chop, the hair pulling and what nots. Pretty creative I must say.The surface appearance differs from the actual  inner thoughts.  You see?

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