Naked!

I usually dedicate Friday to an object of love in some form or shape unfortunately I was unable to deliver as per our Friday schedule. I thought I’d dedicate with all my love, a story of getting naked. Seeing as I’m late I might as well explain myself.

Welcome to my blog, thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts and ideas, hopefully they vibrate with your being and unlock love this day. Most importantly may you be blessed.

I’ve found I often clothe myself in insecurity, my vulnerabilities lace themselves fashionably around my person like they were made for each other, then again, I guess they were!

Vulnerabilities have a way of making themselves out as weaknesses and yet they are strengths beyond measure. Worse still we all carry around our own baggage while constantly trying to hide it past everyone else. Yeah, I know you know…

This is usually most noticed when we speak about mental health. We find that the more we speak about what’s bothering us, the more we are expected to feel better. I’m not sure if that’s holistically true, however, but maybe I’ve also never really tried it.

So imma go ahead and put myself on the spot, naked in front of you all. As a young man, the thing that rivals my need for Christ is slightly bested by this idea in my head that creativity can save the world.

The only problem is creativity isn’t free and exposure doesn’t pay bills, yet somewhere within these uncertain lines I feel my dwelling lies. Somewhere, where the waters depth does not get measured, for no one ventured there before.

A world where words meet people and become objects. Or descriptions transform the palette into a disco of sparkling colours. Then I heard the common misconception, “My guy, these ohns dont like reading” this came from a guy who himself didn’t read. A roadblock for my vulnerabilities to hide themselves comfortably in.

You can’t do that, give up now before it hurts too much.

It becomes a money vs passion conversation soon before you think about it, trust me you’ll definitely think about it. Passion is great but you can’t feed or stay alive off passion, especially when you’re cluelessly starting out. So have somethings set in place before you take the plunge into passion. Right?

Money, pieces of paper we’ve attached enormous value upon. It’s the yardstick for everything, you’re always one conversation away from checking the value. But how do you expect to survive? Pay Rent? Food? Plus you want a girlfriend on top of that?

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Yes you write okay, but what impact do you have?

Could you imagine your writing being read by anyone else than you.

The vulnerabilities come back, making me rethink what I’ve started and why. Will anyone be interested in these ideas. Yet, You read and share ideas with me all the time. Even calling me out when you thought a narrative was misguided.

The funny thing about this writing thing is I never had a plan, except to cure my boredom. And I think it’s worked rather too well and now my boredom feels my every waking moment. It’s safe to say, the cure has now become the virus.

People don’t read, but that’s a nice hobby.

Vulnerability cuts at every turn, with every slash we close our eyes missing the healing in fear of the slash. If people dont read then maybe we should teach them. So we get this excuse out of the way. I shouted into empty space. I didn’t bother to check if the voice was still there….

We all face our own vulnerabilities, our own ghosts the more we hide them the more upgrades they get in the dark until you can’t save them from coming out in the light. We are the light, we are the vulnerabilities, we are in perfect unison all of us, if only we could live life on our version of truth.

Living life based on truth isn’t easy, worse still writing them for others to see. More worse, living life daily trying to earn that truth. Insecure.

Its definitely not easy, trying to live in truth. Or trying to live life away from the fears of our fear. Not everyone even deserves to see that side of us. But the aim is for me to be so concerned with my business that I’m not thinking about who knows what. I’m only thinking, did I live my truth?

The closer we get to my birthday the more I’m resigned to examining my last year. Am I happy with my growth? Was there any growth? Have I been living in truth to what sets my world alight? The curse of growing up is we are all expected to have it figured out. The gift of growing up is realising we have to be figuring out life every day until we die, because no one fully figures this world app out.

Humility and vulnerability are two distinct creatures. Each with unique powers, should you choose to wield their powers be warned;

With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility

-Peter Parker Principal

The power to know we are all vulnerable and the responsiblity to realise that humility through the vulnerabilities is what loving each other is all about. In the end it turned out to be about love after all.

As we head onto Ke Dezember may one of our gifts be more love and understanding of each other and our problems. If not for them, then maybe you can spend one week doing it as a Happy birthday gift to me!!

Until next time, have a day filled with laughter and joy for tomorrow’s problem, is tomorrow’s to take care of. Have a blessed day…