Duality

Lately I've been thinking about the duality of men…Mankind that is. Everyone has two sides (if not more) that they show to the world. Two sides that make up a whole.


The personal shoulder angels and devils of the world.


The Public self and and Private self. The Mental and the Physical.


The man who everyone knows works hard, loves his wife and 3 children, and secretly watches gay porn every Thursday.

You get what I mean.

Some days I wonder about my own duality, the duality of my friends.

Am I being completely honest with everyone about myself? Probably not. Are they completely honest with me? Probably not.

But why? Why do we need to have such walls against those whom we love?

Is the truth so frightening? Are we as humans so distrustful, especially concerning ourselves, that we cant bear to Allow those we care about see past what we project. (As we allegedly assume of their hiding from us as well)

The thought that plagues me is... maybe just maybe, they wont like what they see. That's what scares us. To be alone and unwanted is to be trapped in our personal hell. Trapped with our greatest flaws: ourselves.

Hence two lives are born. The private side. Not to be trusted to others, and often kept trapped and festering in our minds

and the Public side. The "acceptable" side.

Split accordingly down the center, how could we ever be conceived as whole?