Depth

Someone recently read my blog/poetry and told me, "you have surprising depth." I wondered at that, after they told me that I seemed like such a happy, positive person in real life. What is "depth" and what is surprising about it? Everyone has secret heartaches that have ripped them asunder, and their public smiles and courage to navigate the world amidst their pain and grief does not mean they are not "deep"? I am trying to understand this, and why there is this division of what is meaningful and what is not. We all live lives of courage and pain, with love and surrender. All of it is deep. What we share is a gift, and what we keep to ourselves to heal from is our own.