Who are we as people?
The philosopher in me shouted with excitement. But people didn’t want my esoteric ramblings and rhetoric.
The ambitious entrepreneur rose to share opportunity. But the people didn’t want my ingenuity.
The fashionable gentleman became poised and gallant. But the people didn’t care about attire and grooming.
All the values, qualities, talents and skills forged over decades meant NOTHING without one thing.
Like water in the desert, vulnerability was the life-giving force that quenched the people’s thirst for connection, resolved the heritage of toxic legacies and ushered oneness into a lifetime of segregation.
Attempts to fake, force or fancy it up were instantly thwarted. I couldn’t paint it, manufacture it, leverage it or monetize it.
Rather, this was going to be my greatest hurdle to include breaking down the masks, overcoming the perceptions and slowly, piece by piece, dismantling a lifetime of armor to stand with naked heart in front of a group of onlookers.
“I’m in!” I said with child-like eagerness, hiding my own vulnerability of screwing
the whole thing up.
Stories of romantic love were written in poetic detail. The many failures were shared with verbose charm, careful to add a believable happy ending. A year long recovery journey over depression was documented on video with artful construction and a hope that others too would be inspired to champion their hurdle.
No stone was left unturned. Authentic vulnerability was going to be mine!
While standing in an intimate circle of 15 people at a Mexico retreat, Lisa (my boss) said to me, “I didn’t trust your smiles until I saw your tears. Now, you are my brother.”
I was stunned yet again. My relationship with people MUST begin here, at the foundation of our humanity where we forge together as creatures of connection before prosperity and abundance can be cultivated and enjoyed.
I finally got it and even still, must continually seek from within, digging this deep mine of authentic vulnerability to share the soul gold.
To me, vulnerability outside the therapist’s office was about as useful as a submarine with screen doors. Now, years later, well…I’ll be honest. I stopped caring what others thought of me and in THAT, vulnerability began to appear, authentically and even effortlessly.
Why? I discovered these two reasons:
- Most of us are so consumed with thoughts of our own life problems and creations we don’t have time to worry about someone else.
- And secondly, worrying about what others think of us is the antithesis of being authentically vulnerable. No thief will rob your beauty quicker than an unnatural need for validation among your brethren.
Vulnerability, especially among modern men, is quickly becoming the new currency of a post-trust generation where good business can be fostered, children reared with wisdom, women loved passionately, justice restored with restitution and integrity bred without measure.
It is my boldest state of being, the greatest undertaking to create a new day of birth with a yearly anniversary celebration of my awakening.
Authentic vulnerability. I can give someone no greater a gift.
Are you struggling with vulnerability because you’ve been hurt in the past? I get it! That was my story too.