Silent All These Years

What if we had the courage of our convictions to be who we think we are?  Instead of saying the "politically correct" thing or the "polite" thing, we actually attempted to connect at a deeper level?  I know I am guilty of it.  I have for many years glossed over things that I should raise a ruckus.  When we are not honest with other people, our intentions can easily be mistaken.  Our society is so comfortable with labeling and categorizing things.  I know I am.  Here comes a tacky sports reference.  We all go through life with our own game plan.  It may not be written out and recited daily, but it is still there nonetheless.  By such and such time I plan on doing so and so.  Etc.  We approach life and all of the details of life with this mental framework.  Our thoughts and expectations guide us daily.  Anything outside of those expectations must be dealt with.  Forgot the dry cleaning?  Left a kid at the library? where did that car get off to?  All distractions from the plan and all must be dealt with.  (the kid isn't a distraction, leaving them was).  Anyways.

So you are proceeding through this as expected as you please.  We are expecting a certain feedback from people.  But what for one minute if someone was completely honest with us about something.  I'm not talking about when someone is pissed at you and they unload.  I'm talking about the things that we don't mention.  Mainly because we are embarrassed by them.  For example.  I like Alanis Morrisette's music.  and that scares me. 

See what I mean?  Useless knowledge, but now you see a greater insight into how my own thoughts work.  Don't get too close, they are scary sometimes.  But maybe that level of knowledge is a dangerous thing.  Perhaps we are aren't supposed to know one another that closely.  Would we lose our humanity if we know other's thoughts?  Or would we gain deeper insights into what we truly are? 

The old adage of ignorance is bliss is an interesting adage.  I've stated many times that I would rather know than not know.  As a general rule.  And as a general rule, general rules suck.  But I digress. 

So when someone unloads a piece of information upon our game plan, we usually seek to organize it.  We want it moved over into a "predictable" column.  I'm sure after the appropriate hugs and kisses are doled out.  But what if for one second, it was the norm?  Where we could always express our deepest fears, concerns, joys and disappointments?  What if there was such a place where we were emotionally safe enough to do that? 

I believe that we were created with that craving for true emotional intimacy.  Every form of expression, except for self immolation, is a calling out from our deepest souls searching for a connection.  And what if at the end of that single plea from the darkest recesses of ourselves the answer came back that you are not alone?  What would happen in this world?  When we were all honest about what we truly feel and we all stopped long enough to listen to each other?  Would the fighting and hate and burning of ourselves take place?  Or would we all find our own humanity and find that the one common denominator is our Maker?