What Lies Beneath
Looking out over Tampa Bay on my morning commute, I occasionally see "something" moving just beneath the water's surface. I can see a lot of activity, and once in a while a fin or tail or some other body part peeks out of the water, taunting me with a hint of what they are without giving themselves completely away. I would love to stop the car and get a closer look to see the creature(s) hiding below so I can know exactly what caused all the ripples and commotion above.
People remind me of the waters in the bay. They tend to hold the thoughts, ideas and dreams that are most dear to them, those things that truly make them who they are, deep inside themselves. Once in a while a glimpse of the riches within ripple above the surface, providing those that observe a hint of what lies beneath. How often, though, do we truly take the time necessary to dive into the depths of someone's soul and truly learn who a person is? And how often do we allow our true selves to float up to the surface so that others can see more than a glimpse in the shallows?
How much we miss when we content ourselves with the shallows and forego diving deep.
People remind me of the waters in the bay. They tend to hold the thoughts, ideas and dreams that are most dear to them, those things that truly make them who they are, deep inside themselves. Once in a while a glimpse of the riches within ripple above the surface, providing those that observe a hint of what lies beneath. How often, though, do we truly take the time necessary to dive into the depths of someone's soul and truly learn who a person is? And how often do we allow our true selves to float up to the surface so that others can see more than a glimpse in the shallows?
How much we miss when we content ourselves with the shallows and forego diving deep.