Water

We are like flowing water. We keep taking different forms. For an onlooker we may be a river. Or an ocean. Or a waterfall or even a dirty pond.
Someone may want to believe that a roaring waterfall is a free spirited spectacle, but the water itself may be hurting as it crashes down the mountain onto the rock. Someone may turn ecstetic listening to the music of a stream, but the stream may be silently enduring the fatigue from its unending journey. One may not want to stamp over the roadside filthy water while the same water may be content and happy that it is left unperturbed. Ripples on a silent pond are so pleasing to ones eyes but the pond could be simply venting its displeasure at being disturbed by a stone.
Such is the nature of our existence! Our actions may not always be suggestive of our intentions. We may not always be what one thinks we are!