The Vulnerability in Knowing

I know that I’ve been absent for quite some time here. There has been no new writing, no spam posting of edited pictures on social media, and a barely-noticable, quite sparse presence on the book of face.
I haven’t been creating like I used to, for months… and that’s okay.

“We’re all on a different timeline.” has been repeated over and again and it makes me wonder. In the multiverse of five billion minds, where will paths cross, intertwine and split again, all creating what we know of ourselves?

What exactly started the chemical reaction of learning more of myself, I don’t know. The healing does not come like a cleansing rain. No, it comes like a nuclear explosion, laying waste to all you’ve ever known. It leaves you in what looks like ruins, flaws and brokeness exposed.

There is no painless way to know yourself.

Before uncovering the foundations a soul stands on, hours, days, months are spent digging through the rubble. Research on radioactive events, in our existence, is never truly over. So it is, sorting through fragmented memory, to find insight into a reason for every element of ourselves.

Clarity is supernatural and what you once thought of in black and white, washes away. Contrast can only do so much to see within, when even our brain-matter is gray. Such is the struggle, when it is realized that previous you-s no longer exist, and you are pressed to give answer to questions insidious persistence. Steady retort is buried under the debris of all I have been and have yet to be.

Long story short, I’ve been learning about myself, pursuing healing, and wrestling with the unknown. When you think about everything you perceive yourself to be, what do you find when the past is pried open and the patterns of of your personality are tracked? Getting to know someone, with all their flaws and idiosyncrasies, takes intention and vulnerability. You are worth getting to know yourself that way.

Access to the Heart

Chasing

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about life; what gives it meaning, who I am in relation to it and the impact that has on how I proceed.

Everything we are and do comes from what we consider truth. The world seems to be overwhelmed with contradictions and misinformation. This isn’t a political standpoint, no, it’s a life standpoint.
Have you asked yourself lately why you keep going? For some of us, it’s a painful question. People tether us to this place. Maybe you have a strong sense of purpose that keeps you moving forward or maybe you turn the query back around. Why am I still doing this, day after day.

For me, I too often find meaning in acceptance. As much as I put on a devil may care attitude, if I’m truthful, other’s opinions have impact. My internal voice is “not a good friend” as a TikTok trend would say, and I find myself constantly craving validation while simultaneously struggling to accept it. That’s embarrassing to admit. Maybe by exposing my own struggles and weaknesses, more of us will grow and heal from the internal battle I believe we all have on some level.

Identity is everything, a filter which experience and thought are passed through. What do you accept as truth about yourself? There’s a good chance that I’m starting to get on your nerves with all this talk of truth but, I care, and this is important. Who are you? What are you chasing? Is it enough?

Thank you for joining me again, friends and strangers.

Reflection of a Smile

I was taught to smile at everyone. You never know what kind of day they are having, what they are going through, or the impact a simple smile could have.

I still smile at almost everyone. If I can make even a small difference that way, it’s worth it.

Looking in the mirror today, tired, I smiled at myself. Then realized, I don’t remember the last time I genuinely smiled at me; not a pose for a picture, not customer service, not a reaction to someone or something else but instead extending that kindness inward.

Self love, worth, and identity are lifelong struggles for a lot of people on varying levels, whether it’s body issues, awkwardness, trauma or circumstances. I don’t have everyday solid advice, since humans are very complex with varying situations.

But, can you do me a favor, dear friends and strangers? Can you smile at yourself like you would a stranger, friend, or family member? Please be kind to yourselves.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

William Shakespeare