One can see at times that people can fall into certain archetypes. A set of traits One has seen before, a certain quirk that One recognizes in certain people. A mannerism, a way of speaking, their dress and appearance, all little windows into the person that One sees before them. Their interests and desires and outlooks on present occurrences lead One to build a structure of who that person is in their own minds. One can get to know a person, sometimes so acutely to the point that they are able to predict a phrase they would say or their reaction to an event. One can even claim that they have a talent for figuring people out with but a glance. Yet, the opinion of a person differs from mind to mind, and as one lives, we see people change. What we assume about a person and what that person chooses to show us are the things we have to go by to learn who they are. For how do we get to know a person? By what they claim about themselves and how much we choose to believe, or by viewing their actions and interpreting their person for ourselves. But how do we trust what One says about themselves to be true? And how can we be sure how One acts isn't based on what they want others to perceive? One can misinterpret a person based on their own experience, and One can keep certain aspects of their being as a secret for themselves. One can make mistakes in their judgement of others, and others can be deceptive. Though, is it wrong to want to change yourself for the better? To act a certain way even if your emotions differ, for the sake of another. As we are molded by our environment, we also shape ourselves into the Structure we want others to build of us in their mind. How can One claim to understand someone when at times One may not understand themselves? People are like differently colored ribbons, stitched together end to end and tangled into a ball. We can peer their colors from a distance and sift through the mess to see what colors lie underneath. Yet we might never completely unravel the mess within each individual. This mess can invoke many emotions, ranging from annoyance to affection. We are bubbles of mysteries, a puzzle that the One's who truly care can endeavor to solve. Pools of murky water those brave enough can dive into. Walled fortresses those resourceful enough can enter and explore. Gifts of tangled ribbon that One can choose to never stop unwrapping. And though the colors will be the same, in what order and pattern are they arranged? So as One gets to know others around them, One can begin to understand while becoming more confused simultaneously. With those, we choose to bear the struggle with, we can become tangled up in each other, learning the color scheme that One holds inside.