In the deepest reaches of the soul are where the most secretive of secrets are kept hidden. For some they are dark secrets tightly bottled up. Others bottle up secrets too but the cork is about to pop releasing a powder keg of pent up emotion. Some are not hiding secrets as much as unseen things held sacred; the very essence of their soul. Items that are not to be trifled with but shared with the precious few who have scaled the walls into a circle of trust.
Whether one falls into the secrets for secrecy sake or a debatable level of self preservation, we are all icebergs. What is seen above the surface is nothing compared to the breadth of what lies underneath.
Where one comes from as well as individual experiences, however insignificant, shape who people are. This true identity is guarded tightly. Why?
Imagine how the world might be different if the metaphoric ocean dried up exposing every bit of the iceberg. What truly lies underneath the surface and why is it kept there?
In an uncharacteristic act for myself, I will end there. Give you something to chew on for a while.
To give credit where credit is due, this post was inspired by Randall Barber, a person I met on Google+. My fingers were itching to type something but my original post idea wasn’t gelling. Just to see what would happen I decided to ask for a writing topic on Google+ and Randall pointed me to this site link. If you ever get stuck in the creative mud check out that site. I went with the first word that came up for me. What could you do creatively with a random word?