I’m Carrying My Flower Pot

I think us humans have grasped onto the upcoming popularity of “being vulnerable.” But even so, we play it safe. We play so safe with eyes scanning the room to see how real people are actually going to be. We hide back all emotions and hide back anything and everything that sounds messy and for vulnerability we settle with letting people know ‘we had a bad day.’ I would say that I am sorry but I am not sorry for not having time for that. Masks down, pride shattered, hands open – life happens. Life is going to knock you flat on your face sometimes and when that happens I dread at the fact that so many people will look and not be able to find a helping hand. It will seem as if they are the only soul who is experiencing hardship because behind the walls of vanity are the ones sitting who played it safe.

It’s one thing to let it be known you are hurting. It’s one thing to let it be known that you are sad. It’s one thing to let it be known that you are struggling. But vague practicality has never been a friend to a hurting heart. I’m for the people who know what it’s like to listen to their human heart over the still small voice and have it collapse in front of their face. I’m for the people who know what it’s like to give their heart to someone only to have them unexpectedly toss it out from their hand when they’re not looking. I’m for the people who know what it’s like to have everything in the palm of their hand and then to lose it within day. I’m for the people who have utterly to the core doubted their purpose. I’m for the people who have gotten so caught up in life they have neglected what they love to do. I’m for the people who know what it’s like to be human, and feel really human things. Why? Because I too, have known those things.

We cannot play it safe. I want raw, deep-rooted truth. I don’t want people to feel as if they need to polish up their dirt before they talk about it. If you want to bring me your dirt, I want to sit down with you and hand you a flower pot. Because listen, my friend. Good things that blossom, first, need dirt. Raw as it is dirt. I am carrying around a flower pot everyday, and I am seeing firsthand that it is beginning to blossom naturally. Without having to polish it up. And so even if it’s with shaky hands and wobbly steps, let’s be people who aren’t afraid to carry around a flower pot.

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