I’ve met people of all kinds bright colourful characters and the rigid black or white then the multitude in between. Nobody is exactly as they seem. We are each unique but also the same.

Our life experiences and health issues shape but don’t define us. We have varying coping mechanisms, attitudes and worldviews. But if humane we care for each other to the best of our ability.

But we always seem to find those where there is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles. They have been so busy building their façade that they have ignored developing their character. So absorbed in keeping up appearances that there seems little real substance.

What priority do you give to developing your inner self?
Or do you drift along caught up in drama or painting a false cheerful exterior …

d’Verse, 144 word prosery, Merril inc. “there is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles” from “Drawings By Children” by Lisel Mueller