Passing Clouds: Letting Opinions Drift Away

People might think a thousand things about you, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg. The reality? It’s buried deep beneath the surface, and no one’s got the scuba gear to dive that deep. Explaining yourself to them is like trying to teach a goldfish to climb a tree. They won’t get it anyway.

Attempting to clarify your actions and motivations to those who don’t understand is like talking to a brick wall. It’s akin to explaining quantum physics to a toddler—they’ll give you a blank stare and then ask for more cookies. You’re a complex painting; they only see the splatters, missing the masterpiece entirely.

Remember, you’re a rare gem in a world full of pebbles. Let their misconceptions slide off you like water off a duck’s back. They might mistake you for a lump of coal, but you know you’re a diamond.

Oscar Wilde said, “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” Dr. Seuss echoed this sentiment: “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.” Live your truth, even if others are reading from a different script.

Explaining your life to others is like performing a symphony for someone who’s tone-deaf—they’ll never appreciate the nuances. Or imagine yourself as a chameleon; you adapt and change, but people still see only one color. So why bother explaining? It’s like telling a cat not to sit on your keyboard—it won’t understand and will probably knock over your coffee.

In the grand theater of life, you’re the star, and they’re just background extras who barely know the plot. Let them think what they will. As Shakespeare said, “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” You’re the playwright of your story, so write it as you see fit and let the audience draw their conclusions.

Their opinions are like clouds—constantly shifting, never settling on one form. You, however, are the sky—vast and capable of holding a thousand shapes without being defined by any of them. Keep shining, keep smiling, and let their thoughts be like the passing wind—here one moment, gone the next.