About nine months ago, I shared a prose poem with all of you entitled, “Bare Naked”. If you didn’t get a chance to read it, you can find it here. Today, I’m sharing a video of myself for the first time, in which I’m “performing” it. This is new to me, so thank you, in advance, for your views and comments!
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like
to evaporate into the air,
transform into a molecule of oxygen and join the rush of wind
as it enters my house through an open window,
flowing past me in a wave of ecstasy,
before rushing out again.
I wonder what it would be like to fly,
to feel the coolness of the breeze and the warmth of the sun at the same time.
But not just to feel the breeze,
to be the breeze,
leaving everyone I pass in a state of bliss.
I wonder what it would be like to feel my own self so fully,
my own little universe in my own tiny molecule,
but also, to be a part of something greater than myself,
the collective expanse of air that makes up our atmosphere.
I wonder what it would be like to fly through the world,
and go anywhere I wanted,
not rooted to any spot,
not bound by the limitations of geography
or the human body.
I wonder what it would feel like
to own this world.
All my life I have felt unanchored,
adrift at sea,
in a way that disturbed me when I was growing up.
The fact of the matter is,
I’m still growing up.
I used to spend each day
trying to figure out why I felt this way,
why I couldn’t feel at peace in the security of my family,
the walls of my house,
knowing that I was loved
knowing that I was taken care of.
Why wasn’t that enough for me?
Now I’m starting to think
I was never actually meant to cling to anything so tightly in the first place.
I was meant to be free,
I just never understood how.
Why would I want to hold on so fiercely to things,
to concepts of home,
that are all just constructs of my imagination,
none of them permanent?
No matter how precious they are to me,
I have no control over any of them.
In fact, I have no control over anything.
And that’s why I need to learn to be okay
with just being that free-floating molecule of air,
whether I’m lying stagnant on a hot summer’s day
or whipping about in a fevered frenzy,
or even being thrown from one side of the world to the other
in what feels like a catastrophic storm.
I have no control over what happens in this world.
So why am I trying to grasp so fervently onto what are,
reassuring and ephemeral,
beautiful yet banal.
I need to learn to let go.
I need to learn to let go
and just enjoy the ride.
Maybe then being unanchored will feel more like freedom.
I am larger than what my body allows me to be.
I am a force of nature, bursting at the seams,
as if I’m trying to get out,
not out of this world, mind you,
but, out of my body.
I’ve always known that there was something precious inside me –
inside all of us –
but for years, I hid it away like a dirty secret
under all these layers of my own making
and now that I’m trying to strip away those layers
and tear down those walls,
that sparkling and buoyant Being is expanding inside of me.
It wants to grow larger than humanly possible.
It wants to bend reality and challenge the limits of my imagination.
It wants to break free,
as if this combination of body and mind is some kind of prison,
but it’s not.
At least, it doesn’t have to be.
It’s only a prison if I allow it to be one.
It’s meant to be a vessel that I borrowed for a short time
which will help me experience what it’s like to be human,
to experience pain and pleasure and everything in between
the way only a human can.
But this growing Being inside of me
isn’t quite content with this arrangement.
It wants to be free.
Of what, I’m not sure.
How can I be both a human of this world,
and a Being far harder to describe, from some other world,
at the same time?
One foot here and one foot there.
How can I be in two different places at once,
two different beings in one?
Please help me
to be both human and spirit at the same time,
to find the balance to float freely between worlds,
as seamlessly as the wind blowing in and out of my window.
Please help me to unanchor myself from my limited understanding of the world,
and to be okay with it.
I long for the truth,
but I don’t need to know it all,
at least not yet.
Please help me let my Being evolve as much as it can,
even if that means it grows larger than the confines of my body,
as enormous as the Earth itself,
as inexhaustible as the universe.
Who says I can only be a human who exists inside the universe?
Why can’t I be something greater?
Something shiny yet invisible, full yet free, everywhere and nowhere at once,
with the universe inside of me?
Five years ago, I started a now inactive blog called “A Storyed Sensibility”. This is a slightly edited re-post of a blog from that site. It still resonates with me today, and I hope it will with you, too. Please share your thoughts below after you’ve read it.
Many of us spend the first two decades of our lives in fear. We are taught by our families to fear God, to be on our best behavior in order to avoid punishment, be it in the pits of hell or behind the palms of our parents’ hands. We’re told to fear falling behind in school and getting bad grades because otherwise, we won’t get into a good college. And if we don’t get into a good college, our future is screwed. We won’t get a decent job, no one will want to marry us, and we’ll spend the rest of our days poor, alone, and miserable. Also, we better make sure we fit in with the masses, because standing out will make us seem different, and different is always bad.
Of course, as you grow into young adulthood, many of the beliefs you once held to be true take the form of the myths they really are. You realize standing out can be a positive thing. It makes you unique. Being different adds richness and diversity to the world. And getting a high salaried office job is not the comfort you once thought it would be. In fact, you’re miserable in your career, despite having more money than you need, and all you want is to feel happy and alive. Short term goals like losing weight and getting that promotion don’t necessarily lead to happiness. And the high of having a glossy magazine-worthy wedding will only last so long; it won’t replace the fissures in your relationship.
A lot of people spend an excessive amount of time in this Jaded Zone, saying things like:
“Life isn’t all it’s knocked up to be.”
“I’m just another cog in the machine.”
“God? Which God? If there was a God, the world wouldn’t be as messed up as it is right now.”
I know this, because I’ve been there. And, every so often, I cycle back to this Jaded Zone.
After a series of random moments of clarity, though, over the course of the last three years, I have come to believe that if you are sincerely in search of the truth, you will eventually find it. In fact, it will be revealed to you.
Each person’s journey is different; their goalposts won’t necessarily match up, but they’ll all eventually arrive at the same truth. It might be an overnight revelation for some, and a life-long struggle for others. For me, it was the year I turned 36; everything changed. I’d been searching for so long, trying to answer all these complex existential questions like, who am I, where is home, what is my mission, why am I so miserable, and why isn’t God responding to me.
What I didn’t realize until then was that He’d been communicating with me all along. I just didn’t have the tools I’d needed to be aware of it. I’d been blind even though I had eyes to see; I’d been deaf though I had ears to hear; and I’d been dumb, despite the fact that, as a member of the most complex species in the world, I had a brain. I’d just been focusing on all the wrong things.
The truth is so simple it hurts. It hurts because I see now how far the world has drifted away from it. And the effort to unmask this worldly façade feels almost futile.
The truth is: we are One. Like the different parts of a body, we can only work effectively, if we work together. If I stab my left hand with my right, it doesn’t help the rest of my body in any way. The health of the entire body, the entire human race, can only be assured, if it extends to everyone.
We are each unique and beautiful in our own way. There is a little piece of God in each of us, and yet we waste so much time worrying that we’re not pretty, or we’re too fat, or we’re unworthy of anyone’s love. Would you ever say God is ugly? Would you ever say God is fat? If, indeed, you believe in God, and you imagine him in the same manner you might imagine Santa Clause – gentle and loving, full of affection, wagging his finger to those kids who’ve been naughty, lavishing gifts on those kids who’ve been nice – then would you ever think him unworthy of love? I don’t think so.
Even if you don’t believe in God, surely you believe there is some kind of Universal Energy or Power which controls the cycles of nature. Do you think that Energy cares if we are rich or poor? Do you think it makes distinctions between which houses are too opulent to be ruined by hurricanes, and which are too spare?
If we can recognize the beauty in each one of us, and forget about the really useless issues, like which designer bag we can afford, or why he/she isn’t returning our calls, then maybe we can move on with the next step in our lives. To put it in mathematical terms,
God’s love = brotherly love = self love
We know it’s important to love God. We’ve been taught to love our fellow man. But what we hardly hear is the importance of loving ourselves. Of respecting our bodies. Of trusting our intuition. And of treasuring our gifts.
Once we realize just how important we are, so much so that God thought us worthy of being created and put on this Earth, we can move ahead with the business of trying to figure out why we’re here. What is our mission? Because I’m pretty sure it isn’t just to break our backs making money and then spending it all to live in empty comfort. Each of us is here for a different reason. And what I’m starting to believe is that God only reveals your path if you are truly searching for it. The internal struggle, the curiosity, the desire to ‘do more’ and ‘be more’ – that’s a pre-requisite.
The lucky ones among us may have been hearing this message from Day One. Perhaps their parents were already enlightened. Most of us, though, have parents who’ve had their own struggles in life; they weren’t necessarily able to lift themselves out of their troubles long enough to realize what was what. But today, everything is different. The world is smaller than it’s ever been before. We’re more connected than ever, and it doesn’t take a genius to realize that we’re all in this together. We can either all spectacularly fail together, or we can slowly plod our way to progress.
All it takes is a bit of reflection. If we can shut our Netflix for long enough, and stop taking selfies, if we can stop scrolling through Instagram and playing video games for long enough, we might just be able to experience this truth. That we are all One. And submitting to God is only as good as your ability to submit to each other. That love comes in all forms, shapes and sizes. And it is a far better unifier than hate.
We are far from destroyed. We need not be disheartened. We have only to treat each other the way we want to be treated. There’s a reason they call it the Golden Rule. We have only to continue our education insofar as it helps us to learn more about how the world works. We have only to bask in the awe of how different we all are and to focus on the reality of how similar we all are. We have only to be our best selves; to be good to our families, friends, and neighbors; to learn what our missions are and how we can utilize our talents towards those missions; to stand up for the truth; and to spread the message of Oneness. We have only to love each person on this planet, no matter how wretched or saintly, because God considered each one of them worthy of Creation. We have only to fight our own demons, be they negativity, addiction, envy, rage, or fear. We have only to try. And to keep trying. And to try even harder, yet fall countless times, only to get up and try again.
And we have only one life in which to do it.
Harmony. Connection. Oneness. These words are often used to refer to humanity; how, if only all people could put away their differences and act as one, the world would be such a better place. Indeed, the world would have a greater chance for survival. So, working on the assumption that what’s good for the world must also be good for each human being, on an individual level, then how can we apply harmony, connection, and oneness to ourselves?
We’re each made up of many “selves”. There are the various masks we wear for different people. There are the multiple voices in our head, often in conflict with each other, telling us how to live our lives. There’s our light selves and our shadow selves; our mind, body, and soul; our need to be and our need to please. Whichever way you look at it, we are fragmented people, and often each fragment is working against the other, which leads to stress, anxiety, depression, and countless illnesses.
How can we get all the parts of our Being to exist in harmony and work as one? First of all, we must acknowledge the presence of each part, no matter how shameful or embarrassing. We must acknowledge and accept it, because as of this present moment, this is all we have to work with. So, one person may be kind and caring, but also self-indulgent and quick-tempered. She could try to hide her negative qualities from the world, or she could be open about them, acknowledge them, and learn how to wield her cravings and passion in a more controlled way. Every individual part of our Being has a purpose; we just need to work on figuring out what that is.
Throughout our lives, we play at being different people, taking qualities we have or ones we pick up along the way, and experimenting with them in various combinations, like a person trying to solve a Rubik’s cube. When we’re young, we try to be more like our peers in order to fit in. As we get older, we try to differentiate ourselves in order to stand out. Eventually, we reach a stage where, after much effort, we begin to understand who we really are and stop trying to be someone we’re not.
I strongly believe all the puzzle pieces are there, within each and every one of us. But perhaps they’re not fitting together as they should be. The order is all wrong. Understanding ourselves is only half the battle; figuring out how best to be ourselves, how best to connect all the puzzle pieces together in a way that allows us to be at one with ourselves – that is the real work. Learning how to accept our anger but still control our temper and let go of our grudges, how to use all our pent-up energy to our advantage, or how to go easy on ourselves if we don’t have some of the qualities people around us expect us to have. We are fine just the way we are – works-in-progress, trying to solve our own Rubik’s cubes.
Harmony. Connection. Oneness. We must strive for these things within us, and simultaneously, around us. This is the struggle at the core of life. This IS life. We are meant to struggle, yearn, and persist, but we are also meant to be at peace. How we put our puzzle pieces together will have an impact on how well we can keep this balance.
As a child, I remember being fascinated by the idea of the circus, hot air balloons, and anything else that fit into my idea of a whimsical world. I was delighted by stories and the playful ways words could be rearranged to elicit different reactions from different people. On the contrary, as an adult, sometimes language seems like such a chore, so limiting, almost like it does more harm than good, and can lead to a myriad of misunderstandings. When did I become such a bore? How did I lose that special sense of wonder that used to get sparked by the most basic of things?
Wonder comes from a simple, child-like place. But as you get older, it gets harder and harder to access. It gets drowned out by all the clutter in your mind, all the worldly distractions, psychological fears and insecurities. Only when you make a concerted effort to remove all that noise, will you be left with an empty space inside of you, a space ready and waiting to be transformed by your sense of wonder.
Wonder comes from your search to understand the world around you. It comes from your intense yearning for connection with something or someone greater than yourself. Sometimes you feel wonder at the genius of a new contraption, at the logic behind the chaos that is life, at the beauty of this world and humanity, even at the devastation that plays out on such a grand scale around us. Wonder is what leads us to the questions, “Who am I?” and “Why am I here?”
I was blessed to be born into a loving family with comfortable means. Yet, at times, I felt like no one understood me. Like, perhaps, I was a child who’d been taken away from her real mother to be raised by some other family. My real mother would know all the answers to my questions, and solutions to my problems. I realize now, of course, that perfect mother I imagined is God, who has always been with me, whether I knew it or not. I think, like a foster child or someone who was adopted, you never stop wanting to know the truth about where you really came from.
This desire to learn about our origins and, indeed, our eventual destination, is what drives so many of us. This is why people enjoy reading stories and watching films about characters who go on journeys and endure hardships, to find some meaning in their lives. These stories help people to create a lens through which to understand our world. Perhaps listening to stories is one way for us to re-claim our child-like wonder, and be reminded to keep looking at the world with fresh eyes and an open heart.
When you learn something new as a result of wonder – be it a mathematical concept, a better understanding of your partner, or an epiphany about your own life – you feel triumphant, like you’ve solved an important riddle. But all you’ve really done is unlocked your access to the next riddle. As people, we keep evolving, and with each new riddle, or trauma, or trial in life, the way we solve it or get through it determines how much we grow, spiritually.
Some people want to dig deeper and gain self-awareness in order to heal or grow. Others don’t want to dig deep. They’re perfectly happy not facing their demons. Perhaps they’re afraid of opening a Pandora’s box of problems they can’t face. And that’s okay. Each person is at a different level of self-awareness in life. Each person needs to move at his own pace. But if this describes your partner or parent or friend, make sure you don’t let him/her discourage you from doing what you have to do to find your own truth. Don’t dilute your sense of wonder for anyone else. Let it build and grow, and maybe even engulf those around you.
If we live from a place of wonder – not of certainty and control – navigating life’s challenges might become a little more bearable.
I’ve been thinking lately about this whole idea of people feeling alone, even when they’re surrounded by a room full of others. We all feel this way sometimes. And it makes me wonder, why? Why is this loneliness such a common phenomenon? Why are we having such a hard time feeling connected to others? Is it that we’re not putting ourselves out there enough? Or are we putting ourselves out there too much, and just not getting any response? Are we hanging out with the wrong people? There are a ton of questions in my mind and even fewer answers.
I’m sure the reasons for being lonely vary from person to person. But one common theme that emerges when I talk to others, is that they are afraid of rejection, which stems from their core belief that they do not feel like they are good enough. If we believe we’re not good enough – because we’re too fat or too skinny, too shy or too hyper, too anything – then we feel the chance of being rejected by another person is high. Before we can experience the pain of rejection, we withdraw. We don’t reveal our true selves, or we pretend to be the kind of person other people would like. And where do we get our ideas about what makes a person likable? Well, I guess it’s all around us, in the TV shows we watch, the music we listen to, the ads in magazines or on billboards. Sure, we can blame the media for not including more diverse representations of people who are liked and accepted by society, but we continue to suffer. If we don’t make a concerted effort to be more self-aware and reflect on our own thought patterns and consequent behaviors, we’ll never break this cycle of feeling unworthy.
If you’re reading this right now, I invite you to close your eyes and imagine for a minute how it would feel if someone you cared about loved you and recognized you for being exactly who you are? This person could be a parent, a partner, a friend, anyone. Even if it’s not a reflection of your reality, just imagine that person appreciates you for simply being. Not for what you can do for them. Just for simply being.
How does it feel? Does it feel like a relief to let go of all the different masks you wear and people you pretend to be? Isn’t it freeing to disengage with all your fears and insecurities? Do you feel a sense of warmth from the knowledge that you are loved? Perhaps you can’t change how others treat you, but you can certainly change the way you respond to them. If you could walk around with this feeling of freedom from your self-imposed beliefs, and this sense of being loved for who you are, couldn’t that change your entire perception of life?
I know it’s easier said than done, but you cannot stop trying. Even when you are at your worst, you must remember that you are loved. Maybe not by the person you desire, or in the way you desire, but by the someone or something that created you. You are loved. That is the belief I have started carrying within me, to replace all the previous lies I used to tell myself. And this belief emerged after many years of struggle and despondency. It started to grow in me, the moment I made a conscious decision to lead a meaningful life in a quest for connection, with the world and God. The moment I decided to cast off the masks and be my true self.
Maybe we can start our road to feeling worthy by doing the exercise above from time to time, and imagining what it feels like to be confident in our own skins, and let go of all the emotional baggage weighing us down. If we spend enough time thinking about it and relishing in the surge of love that comes from within, maybe we can take small steps in our real lives to be our true selves. If we feel like we don’t even know our true selves, then we must commit to a journey of honesty and self-discovery. Let the Universe do the rest.
This summer, I moved with my family from one continent to another. And so began a new chapter in my life. I’m overwhelmed by the possibilities, paralyzed, really, by all the different ways in which I can reinvent myself. What will most likely happen, though, is that I will stay put in this exact same persona, doomed to carry on the same cycle of negative thinking. I’m trying so hard for this not to be true. To be a stronger, more emotionally resilient person. Not so dependent on any one person to make me feel loved or special. The love lies within, I keep telling myself. The strength lies within.
But who am I kidding? This is easier said than done. The frequency of moments in which I feel overwhelmed just keeps increasing. The potency of those moments, too, and their ability to just shut me down, completely. I always feel a hair’s length away from falling apart. Why am I like this, I often wonder. God made me this way, so I can’t be all bad, right? God made me sensitive and caring to a fault. There must be some way to be sensitive yet strong. To not lose heart every time I hear the news, or talk to my son about what bothers him, or see my spouse vacillate between moods. I want to find this wellspring of strength within me. I need to find it. Because I don’t think my life can go on this way.
A new chapter means new beginnings and endless possibilities. I hope I find that strength so that I might be the surprise character who emerges from this next chapter, the one who will carry the entire story through to its glorious end.
There is a space
where words run out
and logic meets emotion,
the metaphysical meets the metaphorical,
and our entire human experience can be distilled into one basic premise:
Logic tells us we will thrive if we unite, and suffer if we divide.
Emotions tells us it is when we feel connected to, and loved by, others,
that we feel our best.
Science tells us that the planets revolve around the sun,
the electrons around the protons,
and everything around the universal laws of nature.
Our storytellers describe the paths of protagonists as being arduous,
yet surpassable if conquered with others,
and the outcome of villains to be loathsome and lonely.
Just as there exists a soul within each of us,
there exists a collective soul in the entire human race,
an unfolding story,
from Creation till today,
a developing vision,
of tomorrow and beyond.
There is a thread that connects us all,
our predecessors to our progeny,
one race to another,
from tribe to tribe,
and warrior to warrior.
If we acknowledge that bond and base our life around it,
there is no obstacle we cannot overcome,
no goal too far from reach.
But if we ignore the thread, or worse,
forget about it,
even snip ourselves free from its “burden”,
then we are on our own,
each man for himself,
survival of the fittest,
law of the jungle.
Who do you want to be?
What is really in your best interest?
Sure, success is a valid form of measurement,
so long as it’s based on the prosperity of the whole,
not the wealth of the few.
How far we’ve come,
yet how far we’ve fallen.
Do you think there’s still hope?
Well, we are still standing,
at least for now.
Let’s give it our best shot.
Let’s let go of all this disingenuous “othering”,
and allow ourselves to melt into the earth,
and meld into each other.
Magnify our One Voice.
Manifest a future free of fear.
Let’s immerse ourselves
within the space
where words run out
and logic meets emotion,
where what I want
is what you want,
and all we have to do is get there,
I’ve been hearing how satisfying it is to allow oneself to be vulnerable.
Tear down those walls, they say.
Only then will you feel real joy.
Live each day to the fullest, they say,
doing whatever it is you were meant to do.
Follow your passion, they say,
but first figure out what your passion is.
What they don’t really focus on, though,
is how terrifying it is to do any of this.
I built these walls three decades ago.
I know what to expect.
They protect me from feeling too much,
when the news has only death to deliver,
when my spouse says something hurtful that will stay with me for years,
when my boss overlooks me in favor of my colleague.
These walls have kept me from drowning in sorrow.
But they’ve done something else, too.
They’ve removed me,
made me irrelevant.
I’ve spent so long crouched within them, I no longer feel like a part of this world.
Is that what’s happening to all of us?
We’re not just building walls to divide borders,
we’re building walls around our hearts?
I don’t like what’s happening to us.
allowing others to take over,
allowing power and money to take precedence over life.
If tearing down my walls is what I need to do to become more a part of this world,
to the point where the sorrow might overwhelm me,
but it might move me, too,
and push me out of my comfort zone,
then that is exactly what I’m going to do.
The thing is,
I cry every day.
My heart shudders all the time.
I feel more scared than ever.
But I don’t want to hide anymore.
I don’t know why God made me this way,
a hulking mass of depression, anxiety, and pessimism,
but I need to believe that I am who I am
for a reason.
The truth is,
we are living in monstrous times.
The worst monsters are the ones we can’t see,
but that manipulate us anyway.
How can we get rid of something we can’t even see?
Well, we built invisible walls around us, didn’t we?
If we can create invisible forces,
we can certainly learn to get rid of them, too.
If we shed the walls, we shed the chains.
If we shed the chains, we’re free to “fight” the monsters,
the ones we can see, as well as the ones we can’t:
the power that corrupts
and the people who wield that power,
the imbalance where money is more valuable than human lives,
the suffering of those people, who,
even though we can’t see them or they’re just a soundbite in our system,
and they feel so far away,
are still a part of this world,
and a part of us.
Just because the powers-that-be thought it best to divide us into nations, races, and religions,
doesn’t mean we should let them separate us in spirit.
We are all one.
So to hell with it if I cry when I watch the news.
At least then I might actually take action
in ending this misery,
because the truth is,
we live in monstrous times,
but these are the only times we’re going to get.
Let’s turn them into something else,
so that years later,
when our children and grandchildren remember us,
“Man, those were such wonderful times.
Everyone cared, everyone was an activist.
Everyone did their part in unifying this world,
which is the main reason
we live in such peaceful times
Bare yourself naked, they say.
Be who you really are.
Allow yourself to be vulnerable;
only then will you achieve genuine happiness.
No matter that you’ll feel genuine sorrow, too,
and pain and love and passion,
the whole gamut of emotions.
What does it mean, though, to be vulnerable?
Should you unpeel yourself like a piece of fruit?
First, the outer, strongest layer,
the one that protects you from pain,
but also the one that prevents you from truly mixing with the others who are so like and unlike you,
the banana with the mandarin,
the apples with the strawberries,
the pomegranate with the pears?
If you strip away this outer layer of ego, what will happen?
Only the pulp will remain,
Imagine unpeeling even further,
till you get to the core,
till you understand what exactly is at the center of your being.
It’s a mystery, and yet, you want so badly to know, don’t you?
Is there a black hole inside you, swallowing your emotions,
leaving you feeling alienated and numb in this world,
a black hole that, one day, will swallow you up entirely?
Or is it more like a white light, which illuminates your mind,
and pours through your pores,
making you shine like a gemstone,
dissolving your outer surface,
the sharp edges and rough texturing,
to reveal the hidden quartz inside?
What will you find at the core of your being,
if only you would examine it,
You have a theory.
You think God might be hiding inside of you,
playing the longest ever game of hide and seek,
and you haven’t been able to find Him
He’s hiding inside you,
but also inside him and her,
and within the bark of the trees and the veins of the leaves.
He’s hiding in a light bulb where a moth will burn if it gets too close,
and in the center of the sun,
where you’re warned not to look for fear of going blind.
He’s hiding in your parents and grandparents,
in your children and grandchildren,
in the puzzle pieces you used to play with,
clapping in triumph when you’d finally put them all together.
He’s hiding in books and movies which have moved you to tears, laughter, and awe.
He’s hiding in the music which lifts you, and makes you want to dance,
or meditate on meaning.
He’s even hiding in your enemy, isn’t He?
Showing you what it means to be “other”,
because only then will you know what it means to be human,
and how to bring the world closer together.
What does it mean, then, to be vulnerable?
It means just letting yourself be,
travelling deep within and unlocking the gates,
exposing whatever there is inside –
the dark, the beautiful, the glistening, the gray –
allowing people in and allowing people out.
It means learning to become comfortable with being uncomfortable.
It means doing the things that scare you the most,
‘cause what’s life without a little adventure?
It means using your voice to change the world,
going in search of that voice.
I bet it’s hiding in there somewhere,
maybe right next to God.
Go find it and don’t come back till you do.
Bare yourself naked, they say.
Well, are they ready to hear what’s coming their way?
Are they ready for you?
Are YOU ready for you?
It’s about damn time.