Vulnerability

I’m in my season of furthering my journey on becoming “love”

I am in my season of allowing myself to maneuver continuously from a place of compassion, understanding, and respect. It’s easy stepping outside yourself to understand the perspectives of others. It’s easy to be compassionate and provide a safe place for others. 

The hard part comes in being vulnerable. And when I speak about vulnerability I mean outside of the level of openness that relatability requires. 

I’m speaking on being vulnerable to the extent where what you get back is completely out of your control. 

What comes with vulnerability is the possibility of rejection. It’s the rejection in knowing that the response to my vulnerability could/could not line up with my intent or desire. However I also know that being love means accepting, gracefully, when it is not reciprocated. There are two types of people, those who naturally give and those who are fixated on receiving. The intent it is to give without the thought of receiving. 

Pain and vulnerability go hand and hand in my mind. You can only hurt me if I allow you to, however not allowing myself to discover, acknowledge, and feel that hurt is doing myself a disservice. Not allowing myself to explore the depth of those feeling because of the fear of rejection is doing myself a disservice.

I am coming to terms with this.

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