I find that I lead two - possibly three - very different lives.
The first life is my public persona. Somewhat due to the nature of what I do for a living - and possibly some natural character traits - I come across as a rather exuberant extrovert. I am loud. I am friendly. My day is generally a series of greetings, jokes, and conversations to move things along.
The second persona is my "off-hours" persona. This one is not nearly as exuberant and very much an introvert. Given his choice, he would come home and likely not talk at all, but bury himself in the various projects he has to work on.
The third persona is the one that writes here - neither extroverted nor introverted, but arguably a lot more "himself" than either of the other two. A certain level of anonymity and generally talking (instead of specifically talking about things) - allows that.
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It is a fair question to ask why this is.
To be honest, I cannot really tell you. Things just sort of happened this way. I grew up one way (introvert), I needed to be something else for work (extrovert), and I needed an outlet for the disconnect, which is apparently what this blog has come to be: a meeting ground for the two very different sides of my life, where a neutral third party can think about things and ponder on them.
If ever get the three of these gentlemen in a room together, what a conversation that would be.
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Nature is not like this though. In Nature, everything simply is what it is.
A cat acts like a cat, a rabbit like a rabbit, a tree like a tree, wind like the wind. They are only, ever, what they actually are. In that sense there is a sense of peace even though Nature is not peaceful: Even on a mountain with snow and wind, it simply is what it is. It does not try to be anything else.
Only people, it seems, have this peculiar trait. And perhaps people are the least peaceful thing about Nature.
I wonder what what life would be if I, too, simply was what I was?