I often connect more with people who are unapologetic about speaking their thoughts and feelings even if they’d know the consequences of being vulnerable.
But being vulnerable doesn’t mean you’d tell the whole world what you’re up to—what you’re struggling with.
It is simply trying to break our own perceptions of other people whom we’d think are a certain way when in fact, they are so different from our first impression.
Perhaps we’ve lost that authenticity somewhere because we’re so “busy” trying to get by the day, hoping that our credentials would continuously sustain our inner world.
But then there are those people in your life whom you’d wish you’d spend more time with, whom you’d talk more often to just because they remind you the grand meaning of the simple things in life.
I thought these people are difficult to find, but they’re actually… everywhere. They have stories that they’re dying to tell but no one genuinely listens to them. They don’t get the enthusiasm that they deserve.
I’ve realised that I can sustain a friendship more if we share the most human part of us—our mistakes and our embarrassing stories—to each other. The facade has been broken. The world isn’t as lonely to you as it would seem. You no longer need to reach the light at the end of the tunnel immediately because your words for now are enough.