The me I don't want to be

I apologize for this introspection, but someone took a picture of me and I don't like what I see. It's not a matter of lighting or pose or context. Somehow a complete stranger on the trail captured my feelings.

 

I call this picture sorrow because that's all I see in the eyes of this stranger even though this stranger is me. 

I don't know this person and I don't want to know him or become him.