appearance misleadings

and so i was there. on the S-bahn. driving to the Potsdamer platz, the favorite place on earth. there is nothing to see that has a great artistic value, nothing inspirational per se. just buildings, the old mixing with the new. a Mecca for architect mind it was. now it is just a Platz offering everything time and money consuming.
but the energy is so seductive. it might have something to do with the fact, it stayed empty for the whole Berliner Mauer period and now, with the purpose, the energies that kept locked just flew freely. so i return to it almost every day, because of them. the energies that blow freely.
it got me thinking, however. the inside never collides with the outside appearance. there is aways something hidden inside. a message, a n interesting shop, a smudge on a toilet door, a small gallery, a story, a vision, a photography. the fact, i have only a small part of it accessible, makes me wonder of how many little secrets there are to see and i will never get to meet them.
the people are the same. there is one facade. and the inner side is physically the same with everyone. the organs, playing role of the room distribution. but the unnoticeable, the story, the greatness of spirit, the psyche, is different with everyone. there is noone like someone else. and of what we see on the outside, there is just a small part that actually collides with the inner self.
on the train, there came a man. his face was robust, the lines carved into his skin were deep and the look was distant. someone could easily say, his attitude was arrogance. the clothing supporting the assumption he was a real tough guy, the one you don't want to start a fight with. in one point he reached into his backpack and pulled out a book. a fantasy heroic book placed in the future. he had dreams, alright. but the image, the look, the arrogance to the outer world stayed the same. his, eyebrows slightly curved in suspition.
and then the image changed. he smiled widely as he saw a friend boarding. his pose, before closed and defensive, became boyish and awkward. suddenly, his spine wasn't that strong, his arms just couldn't find their rest. and the look was wide open, eyes never ceasing to wander in attempt not to meet her gaze in fear he could blush. but he did blush. there must have been love going on.
and so i was. on the S-bahn. on my way to Potsdamer Platz experiencing the change in human behavior, dealing with Halo-effect we are all submitted to. seeing that judgement has no reason and getting the proof, we are much more than the just image we project.
we are the stories, the history, the places we have visited, the dreams we carry, the feelings we grow, the plans we are making and the experiences that change us into something totally diferent of what we were before they took place.

we are everything, appearance is nothing