And being seen is what we fear the most.
More than death, we fear intimacy’s piercing gaze.
And yearn for it all the same.
It takes such courage to show yourself!
To take off your mask, when you look and feel your worst to take off your mask (the one that was suffocating you anyway) and to say, “Look. Look. Here I am, world”.
To let yourself be seen
before you’re ready.
When you feel the most rotten, the most dirty, the most wretched and unloveable, the most unevolved, the most boring, the most confused and lonely and broken and sad and angry and hurt, to let yourself be seen there.
There, in that sore, shameful place.
Let light in.
Come out of hiding and invite someone into your ‘private’ world.
Let them witness the real, authentic you.
Before that pitiful defence called ‘personality’.
Say, “Look. Look, friend. Here I am”.
Take the risk of being loved!