I've learned a lot about vulnerability, especially in the last few years. Vulnerability - that beautiful, authentic and often terrifying expression of our innermost hearts, with no guarantees of a happy outcome, surprisingly, will not kill us, even if it seems that way in the moment.
Instances of vulnerability may not end comfortably, but they cannot fail. They are not futile. They teach us to speak with a voice we may never have used before. They allow us to love more intimately, to feel more deeply, to identify and define our needs in spite of fear and to attain a more lasting happiness. Vulnerability begs that we speak what is sacred to the mind and heart. Whether courage grants our wishes or things end as desired, that isn't the point. Exposed vulnerability changes us, it reshapes and strengthens us. The risk of pain and rejection will always exist, but the potential for true happiness lives along side it. When we know this, when we realize that life is for living, for loving, for risking, for falling, for feeling, we will never be as weak or docile or silent ever again. Choosing vulnerability, revealing the truths of our hearts when it is most important and most frightening....that is a gift given to the Self. Because when we are old, when we are facing our end, we will know that our best truths have not gone hidden. Our potential for joy has not been stifled. We will have spoken from the soul what truly mattered. We acted in ways that allowed our hearts to triumph over fear. The act, itself, is the triumph.
“What happens when people open their hearts?"
"They get better.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood