To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
I was thinking more about the post On Vulnerability , and I came across this quote. I think most of us struggle with being vulnerable, being seen, especially when we are in pain. Being present in our vulnerability challenges us more than most emotions. Love spurs us on, fear keeps us back, vulnerability strengthens us. Like what Brene Brown talked about, we think it is being weak to be vulnerable, and it is counterintuitive to be present in it. There is always the possibility of being rejected or hurt. Allowing yourself to be seen is not only being exposed to others but it is saying that you are accepting of yourself and whether or not that person accepts you, is ok. You probably don’t feel that in the beginning, but that is what becomes strengthened, self love and acceptance. I can’t control what other people do, but I can over what I do. Self love is important and vulnerability helps to challenge and strengthen our self acceptance. It is painful, but growth tends to be. “To love is to be vulnerable.” To love oneself also requires this.
I came across this quote by Maya Angelou.
I do not trust people who don’t love themselves and yet tell me, ‘I love you.’ There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.
Vulnerability, I believe, helps us to accept ourselves and to love ourselves and therefore to then love others. I think this will have to continue onto another post more dedicated to self love. It is something that I’ve learned more about being here in Ecuador.