She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.
~ Shel Silverstein, Every Thing On It
We all carry our burden. Most of us, we do it hidden somewhere under the surface. Worries, grief, sickness. We do not want to display it, don’t want to wear it like a shield. The surface seals it. Mostly, we do not want to think about it. Try to suppress it. But instead of going away, it accumulates. It comes back. Over and over again. Never tired. Never insulted by our rejection. It reappears. Adjusting to our external circumstances. And sometimes wearing a disguise. So we mistake a delusion to be our burden. Projecting, then wondering how things just won’t synchronize. And when we lose our inner battle, sometimes it finds a way to crack the surface. Forcefully. Harsh. Hurting.
But there is another way. Another way to crack the surface. This way is cautious, caring, tender. It involves love. Friendship. You can crack the surface offering an open ear. Let people tell you their worries and grief. Non-judgemental, yet compassionate. You can crack your own surface through trust, telling people you love your fears and doubts. It’s not weakness. Dropping all pretense, giving up defense can never be weakness, for it leaves you the purest and most vulnerable you can be.
I wish more people would see things in this light…