It's called a matryoshka. Or as I know it from school, a "skilpop".
A Russian doll. Many layers, to be removed one at a time.
We are all matryoshkas (a word that sounds cooler than it probably is).
We meet new people. We start guarded, cynical, mysterious, with the desire to be emotionally numb.
We are so intent on ensuring we will not get hurt like in the past, that we actively resist removing the layers of emotional vulnerability as quickly as before.
As life goes on, we become more guarded. More closed off to people getting to know the true "us" because of previous hurts. We decide the possibility of pain is not worth the possibility of unparalleled joy.
We are a society of matryoshkas not willing to shed layers. A cold connection-less society.
This is a call for vulnerability. A call for us not to let life's previous missteps endanger life's future hope.
Yes, vulnerability comes with the risk of 2/10 moments along with exhilarating 10/10s... an emotional rollercoaster. Is that not more thrilling than a constant 6/10 life? A dull predictable emotionless limbo.
I am an open book. Too open. I allow myself to feel and to feel fully.
It is delightful. It is horrible. At times I wish I could switch it off.
But then I feel the joy again of soul-soul connection. It is a gift, it is a curse.
But life is going to be one mad journey.
The way it should be.
