am i ready to be vulnerable?
sometimes i feel like i am in an emotional ice cube. my feelings are distant, sometimes vague and bleary, and from time to time i forget that i feel something. i do understand the emotions though - for the first time in my life i can name each and every sensation, and almost instantly say where it came from, what triggered it.
the most vivid ones come from my imagination, which worries me. my real life has become less of an excitement for me, and i can't say for sure whether it is due to my growing ability to imagine things, or simply because my life isn't right. and if it isn't, are the roots of the issue buried in the digital era problem with the endless possibilities, or am i actually doing something wrong?
the other night felt like there is a wound that opens up by itself. being vulnerable. uncovering deeper levels of my being, fears and hopes, and tears, and doubts and anger, and despair. am i ready for that? can i actually be authentic?