Droplet trails...

This was the view out of my window this morning. Lots of condensation. Little droplets squirming and squiggling their way down to puddle on the window frame.

Today is a day full of thoughts.
Thoughts about the future for sure,
But mostly thoughts about the past.

I am looking back from a different viewpoint recently and things are starting to make a little more sense.
It's a bit like being in a hall of mirrors, there are many misleading and distorted reflections and they are all versions of me, but somewhere in there is the real me.
How can I find it....
......and will I recognise it when I do find it?
I guess I have to study all those false and out-of-proportion reflections and work out why they look the way they do.

Then one by one I can put aside these distorted views of myself and hopefully just be left with me.

But.........

What if I don't like the real me?
What if no one else recognises me?
What if I don't recognise myself?

I may need some help