Some weeks ago while reading ‘The Fallen Saints post by Chic Prune‘ I left a comment there:
Vulnerability is, in fact, a place of strength, as people meet and greet there without fear. Not recognizing that inner strength, makes us worship saints. There isn’t any…
Since yesterday, I met again with the thought of vulnerability, at least in three occasions.
Someone going through a relationship shakeup; another one feeling uncomfortable with a current job and searching for a new path; and my concerns on how and where blogging is taking me.
The beautiful thing about these encounters of minds, in three unrelated conversations with different people – who don’t know each other, except me – is that I was the only constant factor. However, If we had been in the same room having all these conversations, we would have still understood each other.
Many people talk about wearing masks, playing roles, and suppressing their truths, as if that would be a stronger and easier way out of their problems. I think it is not. Others though, look at the bull’s-eyes and say it: I am unhappy, I am in doubt, I am depressed, I am afraid, I am not self-confident, I am wrong. It takes much more courage and strength to be authentic and vulnerable. To be themselves.
We are perfectly imperfect and that is good.
One is going through counseling and will find out if the way is in again or out with a good closure.
The other is searching for what will bring passion back to a career and thrive again.
I for one, will continue writing shitty first drafts, doing the best I can, and accepting that this is my best shot.
“Act as if you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Laugh at yourself for thinking like that.”