To be real

Writing and blogging is intimidating. To think that people are out there reading your work, while you sit desperately wanting to be accepted, come up with something smart, witty or funny. It is an unmasking of sorts, exposing a piece of yourself to the world. What if there is a huge mistake or I just cant do it? 

As I write this, I think how this parallels life. We are forced (at times) to be real with others. To show them a piece of ourselves that we normally keep hidden. Is it because we are ashamed of this part of us? I don't think so. I know that a lot of times for me, it is a part of myself that could be easily hurt. A part that doesn't have as much armor and thick skin as other subjects. So in order not to be hurt or scarred by others thoughtless comments or actions, this part of myself stays hidden, tucked just beneath the surface.

So what would the world look like if we were honest and vulnerable all the time? Maybe we would not be so quick to judge others when we see exactly how many people deal with the same insecurities we have. Maybe we would be more loving. Maybe we would not be so quick to anger. Maybe we could live a little more peacefully. Maybe we would be happier. Maybe our life would be a little more like Christ.

Time to be real. Time to take a chance.