To be seen or not to be seen is not the question. The real question is... Am I willing to accept myself just as I am? Warts and all?
Everyone has warts, or wart equivalents. E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E! If you think they don't, you are wrong. If you think they don't, you don't understand what it is to be human. My latest epiphany showed me what it is to be human, so now I understand. Here's the gist of it.
You know, I have always disliked the song, "From a Distance." It seems so impersonal. Without looking at the lyrics I am going to go out on a limb and say that I get it now, and this is my epiphany, though it didn't involve the song, I'm just throwing that in for a little context. What I realized is that we all, all human beings, are on their own journey, and when I take a step back from being so interested in my own navel, I can see that we are like little dots bumping back and forth into each other. One isn't better or worse than another, we are all simply little dots with opposable thumbs and conscious thought. And that conscious thought, and our thumbs, too, for that matter, get us into trouble, bog us down, and obscure the view.
What does this have to do with being seen? Everything! Certainly, I am special, with certain talents and certain challenges. AND I am not special at all, just a little dot among many, many dots. On a good day, this gives me great peace and comfort. Like everyone on this planet, I am just bumping along.
To close, there is a great scene in ... a Masterpiece Theater show about the Princess of Norway (or is it Finland?) trying to get the US to join the war, WWII. She goes to Eleanor Roosevelt to ask for public speaking training. The first lesson? Learn to be embarrassed.
Thank you for reading. :-)
