I sat at the table; silently, listening to noises far from melodious with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. What I heard got me thinking. I took a stroll to the fountain with a lime popsicle in hand. I sat there, starring at the movement of the water, listening to the trickling sound of the fountain. Who am I? I wondered. Why am I who I am?
I took off my sandals and walked to the balcony that I've always liked. I felt the rough texture of the ground rubbing against the sole of my feet, the gentle wind caressing my cheeks, and the sound of the fountain whispering in the background. That was when a soft noise from my iPad caught my attention. I chatted with a friend; talked about trees and wind, descrepencies between self perception and others' impression of who you are, separation and its aftermath... I received a lot of encouragement from this friend of mine; a friend who sees me beyond who I appear to be.
I feel like a chameleon blending into its ever-changing environment. I avoid being the center of attention. I move around silently amongst strangers, protecting myself from the foreign. I observe and listen. I'm so used to hiding behind my camouflage that I suspect I might have forgotten for a sec who I truly am. I never imagined meeting another alike in nature, one who sees me beyond my protective colors, but I did. And I feel like I'm learning more about myself through my fellow comrade :)
