Iceberg

The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that I really dont like Icebergs.
Not that there are any, this side of the world.
Figuratively, its a completely different statistic.
Everywhere I go, there is a landmine of Icebergs.
Inside my mind, I see myself ..blue sky, choppy waters, standing calmly.
I am an iceberg in a sea of freaking icebergs.
Incase I'm not making the point ...I really dont like Icebergs.
They say that scientifically speaking, for every iceberg, 7/8th's of it ..is hidden under water.
You can only see a fragment of what lurks beneath. Leave alone what lurks inside.
So what that means is, that anything .. anything that I try to make sense out of ..is only based on 1/8th of all the information that I would actually need to make a decision.
Iceberg ahead.
How Big ? ..Not sure
How small ? Cant tell
What shape ? Who knows
So whatever I do know, or do see .. is in more than one ways ..incomplete.
Always two side, somethings more than two, someone elses shoes or viewpoint et all.
In that case the only way to know the icebergs around me - is to dive.
To hold my breath, suck the air in and take a leap of faith and deep dive.
And to have the courage to open my eyes beneath the water - and see.
And resurface, breathless, tired and exhausted ..but wiser ..to that particular iceberg atleast.
And then - in the mean time, the in between time , recuperate and get stronger.
For the next one.
So I won't cry a river.
Life's an ocean.
Filled with icebergs.
Melting fast.
And at the end of days like today, when much is questionable and unarguably debatable, I can only hope to make my dives count.