What does it mean to be naked?
Shed one’s clothes? or bare one’s soul?
I wonder which one’s harder! I think I always go around showing people the part of me that I want them to see.
That’s certainly true when I dress up!
But I find myself ‘dressing up’ in many areas of my life. “How much do I reveal? What can I let them know? Who do they see me as?”
Dressing up in such ways is rather disturbing. Everything I say or do is designed to conceal something else that I’m not saying or doing!
Saying how I really feel, showing who I really am, unequivocally, that’s being truly naked. To be who I am and “let the chips fall where they may” , as Anthony Hopkins put it, is where true freedom lies.
But what does being myself REALLy mean. I don’t have a handle on that yet.
I crave to know what lies within and to show it to the world. I long to make real my most outrageous ideas. I yearn to make magic with my music. I wish to dazzle all with my poetry. I have dreams to inspire people even as I seek inspiration deep within myself. What does all this require?
A great measure of courage for sure. Standing naked in the rain of public scrutiny, knowing that myself is what I started with and when all is said and done, myself is all I’ll be left with.
Should I cower down, being afraid to say or do the wrong things, make a fool of myself or should I let the rain fall?
Ah! The difficulty of being naked!
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