Comfortable

When asked questions, or when we describe ourselves, we are rarely truthful. We are rarely honest. And we are rarely real. Especially when we meet someone new.

It seems that we build these walls around ourselves, only to tear off the walls layer by layer, day by day. We never let people see the real us at first meeting. It takes time to deconstruct our walls. Why is that?

Why do we think it is so necessary to not be open with people? For fear of being disregarded and made fun of? For the plain fear of rejection? Why?

Because, it is comfortable. It is comfortable when we are uncomfortable. We are comfortable behind our self created walls. We like their protection, and we fear their destruction. We like the warmth they give, and crave protection when we expose what is truly behind the walls.

But it is something beautiful to see what is truly behind the walls. When, in a relationship (intimate or a friendship) we tear off a layer, we find something beautiful. We find the truth. We find what is real, and that realness will either draw you in close to that person, or inevitably push you away.

After all the walls have crumbled and fallen, and you stand there this barren piece of rubble, then you are real--you are exposed, you are comfortable, and you are not lying to others and more importantly, to yourself. You and whoever is near you can marvel in the beautiful piles of rubble that you both are.