No, what’s at stake here is something much more personal, I think, than a thing which exists for most of us as a mere idea.
What’s at stake is aliveness, full self-expression, satisfaction with life, and ultimately love.
But coming out from behind our covers, standing forth as the Self that we are, without our character armor, has to be the scariest thing around.
And when we come out from hiding, the first venture out may be anything but pretty. And the charges may fly. And voices get raised. All of it anything but pretty.
But the way we feel when we emerge from our covers is precisely what we’ve been seeking by remaining behind the covers. We’ll never get it from remaining hidden but the price of getting it? Can seem pretty steep.
But steep or not, I declare, without hiding, without pretense, I want to be met.
I want a fully-empowered human being standing in front of me, revealing himself or herself to me as I reveal myself to him or her. I want a player. I want the being.
I hunger to be met.
And no, that’s not an invitation for a chat or an indication of loneliness. Not even close.
I’m so tired of hiding and pretending and making up a good story about it. And I’m so tired of people meeting my invitation to be met with fear and trembling.
I’m tired of artificiality, tired of pretense, tired of social grease.
I want to be met.