Volume 11 Issues 11 November, 2021
Like every little leaf being nurtured on every unique piece of greens, every human being is different and needs their own set of pap and pabulum. You cannot feed the same instructions for billions of varying souls. Every cell in your body is different. Every part of you is unique. Sometimes that cranium of yours is in chaos, and all it demands from you is to address that chaos and eventually put an end to it. Most people do it with strength, not because they don’t have the desire to shed tears, just because the conditioning of the society has made them excellent at preventing all the waterworks.
In a world where we are bound to fall, why is vulnerability a topic so difficult to address? Why are we made subjects of mockery when we shed tears in public? In a world of vicissitudes, I wish we could fast forward to the day where vulnerability is no more a matter of shame and stigma. You know what, it is okay to cry on finding the love of your life, it is okay to cry on the loss of a pet, it is okay to cry on the day you graduate, it is okay to cry on the day you fail, it is okay to cry even when you don’t have a named reason to because sometimes your arteries are occluded, and your alveoli choked, and all they need is some air to breathe. Don’t you have days where you wish to just cry out loud in the open? But what do most of us do? We shut the doors of our rooms and shove our faces into that only snug and comforting pillow, and we cry, we cry our hearts out like a little baby, the only difference being, there is no one to hold us and listen to our bellows.
Honestly, it hurts, but more than that hurt, what makes our heartache is the fact that coming out in the open shall leave us shattered because rarely will people understand. Deep down in our hearts, we know that there is no one who we could vent to, and even if we have a couple of friends who would understand, we shy away because, at times, ego suppresses vulnerability and flattens it to the extent that our tears are jarred forever. And that, my friend, isn’t a good thing. It is so strange that people don’t understand the dynamics of something that comes so naturally. It is showing strength that needs effort; vulnerability just flows. Isn’t vulnerability such an enticing trait? It gives us the right to process our feelings in a subtle manner and to let go of emotions that are holding us back. It decides how we act in a particular situation; in a way, vulnerability controls who we are. It makes our species beautiful and one of a kind.
What we do with vulnerability can lead us towards adjacent gratifying greens, i.e., open the doors of connection and warmth, or it can leave us all alone to wither in the dark, i.e. establish walls that terminate growth. Being vulnerable is a complex art because, like the growing roots of a luxurious tree, you need to grow in the right direction. You should cry your heart out if
you must but always in front of the right person. And for choosing that right person, you got to be vulnerable to your emotions but always know that there lies a very fine line between being vulnerable and being cheated upon. Be vulnerable but be meticulous, learn to let go but know how to hold on, let your emotional doors be fully open but know when to just sit by the window with the curtains closed. Isn’t it beautiful? The complexity. Yes, it is.
Vulnerability sets you free.
Vulnerability gives you strength.
Vulnerability makes you beautiful.
