We are all icebergs.
Sometimes we remember this about each other, sometimes we don’t. We often assume that what we see is what we get. That the 10 percent we actually know is exactly the same as the 90 percent beneath the surface. Sometimes, we probably even think this very same way about ourselves. Maybe that’s the reason why self-worth, self-confidence and self-esteem can be such a challenge? We don’t give ourselves a chance.
We float within the same ocean. We displace a unified volume of being. Yet, we can feel so different. So separated. While maybe one’s person 10 percent isn’t the same as another’s 10 percent, nor would their 90 percents be, there is one consistency, we are each this representation.
We all have glistening, shiny parts that we’re ok for everyone to see. Those are the parts we usually want to show off the most. It’s what’s “best” about us. That’s where we want to invite people, and where we want to be invited to. But, we too have cracks and jagged obtrusions that share the same space. Seemingly less attractive. Seemingly less inviting.
And, undoubtedly, beneath the surface is where the whole of us resides. The cumulative topography of a life lived. All the experiences that have created the foundation of an expansive being. Parts that are immovable. Parts that are indestructible. Parts that seem unreachable. And, parts that have broken off from impact, from the passing of time or simply from the simple exhaustion of being carried. Perhaps those are the parts that nobody ever sees again once they’ve been swallowed up by the ocean, only to forever leave its expired mark on the whole. But, these are the parts that we don’t realize connect us all. The parts that are immersed in that same expanse, together. Unknowingly, but familiar.
Every so often, though, we need to allow the sun and its warmth to melt away the 10 percent. To bring more of the 90 percent to the surface. To renew the 10 percent. Maybe a more real 10 percent. Maybe a more vulnerable 10 percent. Maybe a more true 10 percent. And, the less we keep under the surface; rigid, cold, hardened – the more we return to the giant expanse of being. The more we move from being the iceberg in the ocean, to simply just being the ocean.
Opinions abound, Love is one thing; everything. It’s growth and it’s regression. It’s pain and it’s joy. It’s chaos and it’s peace. It’s the iceberg, it’s the ocean, it’s the sun and it’s the storm. You don’t choose what Love is, you choose Love.
Be Love.
