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i think about my life a lot. i mean the past. mistakes and people i've hurt. i've got a lot of resentment built up, towards myself.
today i observed a thought that popped into my head about sharing some of my thoughts on grief with a friend of mine who i have not seen for years. but when i thought about my thought, i knew i would not send it. and that is because at the root, i'm a very scared man, but i don't really know what i'm scared of. i guess i'm scared that my friend will see me in a different way, that if she saw me for who i really was, she would not like me as a friend anymore. and i'm scared that i would not be honest with her, that i'd try to write like i was someone else or fudge the details to save myself or make myself seem better than i really am.
i think about how many times i have left words unsaid because of my fear. how many things i have failed to do. and i realised i don't want life to be a string of absences. i don't want to be enclosed within myself anymore. i want to be vulnerable and i want to be hurt. maybe this time, i can be hurt by someone other than myself for a change! if that means spilling my heart out, then lets do it! it's often said that we could die any day. and the sentiment seems trite and overused. fit for gift cards. but for me, it's one of the only things that can really make me brave. for example, i would usually not post something like this here.
today i observed a thought that popped into my head about sharing some of my thoughts on grief with a friend of mine who i have not seen for years. but when i thought about my thought, i knew i would not send it. and that is because at the root, i'm a very scared man, but i don't really know what i'm scared of. i guess i'm scared that my friend will see me in a different way, that if she saw me for who i really was, she would not like me as a friend anymore. and i'm scared that i would not be honest with her, that i'd try to write like i was someone else or fudge the details to save myself or make myself seem better than i really am.
i think about how many times i have left words unsaid because of my fear. how many things i have failed to do. and i realised i don't want life to be a string of absences. i don't want to be enclosed within myself anymore. i want to be vulnerable and i want to be hurt. maybe this time, i can be hurt by someone other than myself for a change! if that means spilling my heart out, then lets do it! it's often said that we could die any day. and the sentiment seems trite and overused. fit for gift cards. but for me, it's one of the only things that can really make me brave. for example, i would usually not post something like this here.
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