Con AmorPosted: July 3, 2013
The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars-
To expose my wounds to people I care about (maybe this is you) … The icky surgery details, the puffing out my chest ego stuff, the personal growth “stuff” I’m working on that I have yet to master, is über vulnerable. Letting others see my “ugly side” tends to trigger all my core fears of being rejected, abandoned and the withdrawal of their love. However, to bear witness to another persons wounds? I consider this a privilege, an opportunity to deepen our relationship beyond the idealistic views we might have of each other.
It’s not your duty as a reader to baby my “scars.” Although when we expose our vulnerable side to those we care about, we have a choice: We can poke pitchforks into each other’s wounds or we can choose to help heal the wounds of those we love.
When we have been vulnerable enough to expose our wounds, when we own these painful wounds. When we ask those we care about to be gentle with our wounds and they say “Yeah dude I can totally do that.” … Love is truly in the air!