on vulnerability

In an attempt to save me from a dark descent, Striker challenged me to be vulnerable. Even for just a month. He wanted me to experience the whole spectrum of emotion by being more open to other people, or at least to a certain person.

So I did.

I allowed myself to miss. To feel. To revel in the sweet highs and momentarily dwell on the heartbreaking lows. My mind entertained possibilities that I would not normally think of, and noticed signs that I would, more often than not, ignore. It took some time but eventually, I felt secure enough to let go of the fear that impeded my movement.

Through this, I gained perspective. My being vulnerable was not a sign of weakness. Rather, it displayed that I was strong enough to show that I care, if not love.

Earlier, while trying to divert my attention to more productive things, I realized that in order for my work to be pure and heartfelt, I need to embrace vulnerability once again.

I came full circle. To write what I truly feel has always been my guiding principle. But sometimes, the universe puts us in a circumstance that hinders free speech. Hence, we come out with nothing.

However, I think it's rather pointless - this declaration of vulnerability, or an attempt thereof. These walls that I have, they're a part of who I am; and as extensions of myself, my writings are safeguarded as well.

Only a fortunate few have managed to get through, but only because they also lowered theirs. Naturally, the Law of Reciprocity applies - tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine.

Let me be the one to say that it's worth it.