On Being Loved

Without nakedness, there can be no love.

You can carefully nurture what you think may be a socially acceptable variant of yourself, your social costume, and a socially acceptable performance to match.

It may be a fabulous costume, and performance.

“If the pretense or the performance does succeed and attract, in its aftermath, one has to continue playing the role. It’s like when a small, seemingly harmless lie brings about an additional small lie, just to cover the first one, and so on, and so forth, all in order to not get found out and exposed. Before long, the whole thing grows out of proportion.”

You may think you are loved for it but, if what you show is not all you are, then whatever love is extended your way is worth absolutely nothing, for it is appreciation of the costume you wear or adoration of your make-believe performance, and not yourself.

“If this performance begins in adolescence, or at some young age, as it often does, it effectively transforms the entire life that is built upon it into an endless sequence of lies.”

Without mental, emotional, and spiritual nakedness, experiencing true love is an impossibility.
Without being completely honest in love, the best case scenario, the best one can hope for, is merely a pleasantness, a comfort.
When it comes to love, we must risk all, or we can gain nothing.

(I must conclude this, or else it will no longer qualify as a morsel.)
The above two quotes are from the first chapter of my book “22 Triggers“.

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