Vulnerability is Strength
On New Years Eve, I went with six friends to the park where we would be watching fireworks above downtown right across the bay. That park is beautiful in the summer but I had never gone at night or in the winter. At midnight, the fireworks went up. I watched as firework after firework bloomed in the sky, right above the bay reflecting the starry night and the city lights. The fireworks sparkled ephemerally and then turned into wisps of smoke, which seemed to linger just long enough to wink at us as if to say that what just happened was something between just us, our little secret.
The fireworks were so beautiful. It was short, but so nice.
Motivation and inspiration surging through my veins, I turned to my friends, and the seven of us made our way back home, talking excitedly about our plans and resolutions for the new year.
I looked at the grinning, laughing faces of my lovely friends. I thought about my own face which was presumably grinning and laughing also. How genuine was this smile? It faltered for a split second, but the corners of my mouth curved again at the realization that my smile was genuine. I thought about how precious smiling at each other is. Not only is it a simple gesture of “being with you makes me happy,” it is a gesture that is mutual in its meaning. A group of people here, now, are sharing a moment of happiness, motivation, excitement. This simple act of sharing our bliss seems to strengthen our relationships. But what about other times? How often do I grin not genuinely? How often do I turn off my emotions? How often do I suppress my feelings and simply put on a logical smile? How honest am I with my friends? My family?
I already knew this about myself though, especially previously. None of this was anything new. It pains me to burden others with my petty worries, especially the people I have come to love: my family, my friends. But moreover, it is difficult to tell people I care about if I am sad, angry, frustrated, worried, or secretly happy about something. What if they laugh at me? What if they use this information against me later? What if it makes them not like me anymore?
But one of my greatest memories with my friends includes when she shared with me something that was truly worrying her. I didn’t know what to say, and I tried to logically solve the situation with her. I tried my best to console her. To this day I’m not sure if it made her feel any better. But I think it did. She was able to let something go that had been bottled up in her, spreading like a virus. More than anything, it made us closer.
Sharing our worries, our frustrations, our anger, our sorrow, and our happiness with people we love not only helps us in our emotional health, but it also lets these people know that we trust them. We trust you as friends, as family, as fellow human beings with emotions and feelings with one of the most important aspects of our daily lives.
Here I am. This is me. The real me. Take me for what I am. I trust you. I rip out my heart and brain; these are my thoughts and feelings. Do what you like with them. I trust you.
You cannot hold anyone in your arms if you are using your arms to shield your heart and mind.
I used to think that swallowing my sorrow, worries, ecstasy—no matter how bitter or painstakingly sweet—was a sign of strength. I thought that suppressing the urge to purge these terrible tasting thoughts or emotions somehow made me internally more stable. On the contrary, I have been thinking that true bravery, true strength, true internal stability is rooted in our ability to take the risk, to expose ourselves and make ourselves vulnerable.
I want to be able to trust people with my emotions and share what I think or feel with them.
I want to be able to stand up with my arms outstretched, vulnerable, facing the people I care about.
I want to be able to do this and trust that they will understand, that they will still like me too.
I want to be able to do this and create even stronger relationships with them.
That’s one of the things I’m going to try for this lovely year of 2012.
Thank you fireworks. Thank you friends.
(More posts on New Years resolutions to come. :9 )
Why, hello there.
Good god. It’s been decades since I last posted. Literally. (Not literally. This is just a joke in poor taste. -teehee-)
How have you been? I’ve been quite well—thank you for asking—aside from the fact that I might have forgotten how to blog. However, I’m going to try anyway.
I have a lot of things I want to think through.
Get ready, all of you (all two of you who actually follow my tumblr). The posts are coming.
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Catcher in the Rye
It’s been very busy recently, what with final papers and tests and finals week coming up. To give myself a break, I’ve been doing things like reading and chatting with friends. I finally finished The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger. It was a really great classic, and though I read it once a long time ago—I think it was elementary school when I read it last—this second read resonated a lot more with me. I think I understood it more.
In the story, the main character Holden Caulfield is a young man who was kicked out of his high school. He, like many teenagers his age, feels very misunderstood and disenchanted with his life and the world. He runs away from school and subsequently meets and talks to many people. He takes a cab through New York and attempts to have a conversation with the driver, but he is dismissed as a child with nothing but childish things to say. He flirts with some women at a bar, but when he tries to have a conversation with him, none are interested in listening to his story, or about his feelings or thoughts. He goes so far as to hire a prostitute and tries to talk to her, but she, along with seemingly everyone else simply becomes frustrated with him.
I found that one of the most importance themes for me in this book was that it is important to listen to people. Everyone always has so much to say. People are filled with opinion. Talking heads on the news are constantly fighting each other for more face-time and talking over each other. We are all so engrossed by our own thoughts and I feel as if, in some ways, this isolates us as people from each other. Sometimes, I feel that people, like Holden, are so overwhelmed by their thoughts and stressed by the chaos in their heads that they need someone to simply listen to what they want to say. Listening means so many things: acceptance without judgement, understanding, an open mind, caring, and more. We need to realize that everyone has problems, and everyone wants to talk about them. We can make our relationships stronger by putting our own needs aside and taking the time to simply sit and listen to what others have to say.
And that’s what I’ve been thinking about since I finished the book.
I’m going to try my best (both to listen to people and also with my end-of-academic-quarter-busyness) -hehe-
Long time no see, guys. It has been such a long time since my last post. Mostly it has to do with the fact that school started and OH MY GOD IT HAS BEEN SO BUSY. It’s been really hard just to get everything done on time.
Since we last spoke, I had my birthday. It really was a lot of fun. It reminded me that I am so lucky to have my family and friends, to know such kind, fun, interesting people.
I’ll write again soon. I thought I’d give a shout-out to the awesome family and friends. You guys are awesome. : )
Perhaps some day I want to live in a house - or apartment, whatever - with a beautiful personal library.
…Preferably one that is well organized (and stays that way).