How do I relax? How do I let it go? It seems the harder I try, the harder I fall.
Perfection, in a word, is something unattainable. It is not what I seek or desire, I just seek to be known.
I want to be understood for me, for who I am, all the chaos and beauty that is.
I’m not looking to be told that I’m always right, I’m just looking to be told that there’s some value in what I say or how I feel.
To be seen, to be heard. And yet, the idea of being known frightens me more than anything else in the world.
If we take off our masks and allow ourselves to be seen, then we’re making ourselves vulnerable to the opinions of others. Sometimes we don’t think of those words as opinions though, we take them to heart. Those little ideas can embed themselves deep in our hearts and minds, both good and bad.
If we close ourselves off to everything, then we’re missing the opportunity to be known and truly loved for who we really are. This also requires wisdom. If we reveal what is sacred to just anyone, then we’re giving the keys and the power to destroy us to someone who may not be trustworthy.
When we know someone will use our inner treasures to destroy the face behind the mask, yet we take it down anyway, all we get is pain. But when we allow ourselves to be seen and known by safe people, it is then that we are truly loved.