How many different ways has the world seen me?

I'll tell you. A thousand different ways.

I am a father, a son, a grandad, a brother, a friend, a surfer, a perfectionist, a pain in the arse, a good bloke, a bad poet and an even worse buddhist.

We are known only by the parts of ourselves that we show to the world, and then only by the interpretations of those that chose to look.