I would always try to speak lackadaisically of anything that exposed my heart. I learned that trick from the people around me. Either they believed that there’s no strength in showing your weaknesses or they were only afraid of doing so. Now, I’m able to understand that we suffer when we can’t be vulnerable. We suffer because we lose the power to connect and love at the deepest levels. We can’t trust anyone and they can’t trust us. And now some of us have the nerve to pretend that we don’t mind it when we know we aren’t wired that way. When we know we’re suffering for it. It’s silly how we can be so afraid to show the world that we bleed, that we’re only human. When that is all we are and all we’ll ever be. This is why I choose to write and to tell the secrets my heart has been keeping. It teaches and reminds me to be the only thing I know how to be. Human. It may hurt to realize my words hold no value to the people that inspire them, but it would hurt more to never even write them. These words are more about how far I’ve came and how far I have to go. In the end, I’d rather be a honest mess of a human than pretend to be everything I’m not. I think that makes me stronger than others that refuse to bare their souls and choose to protect their feelings instead. Honestly, what do we gain by closing ourselves off more and more, and by pretending that we don’t feel? If that’s how we choose to live no one can ever truly love us because they’ll never truly know us. We’ll all be wearing masks and pretending to know what love and honesty is, when really we choose to represent every thing that it isn’t. If we’re ever truly living and loving we are making the decision to be vulnerable. And if we aren’t doing that we’re just wasting our precious time.
“When you show up authentic, you create the space for others to do the same.”
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