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Personal Reflection

There’s a strange kind of bravery in simply being visible. Not loud, not armored — just seen. Even braver is to allow yourself to be seen. One can stand quietly and visible, but still move within the shadows of the environment. Put simply, one blends in. There’s an old Nordic tradition that says when a person visits, they should allow themselves to be seen — so the people know they aren’t ghosts or spirits. It’s a way of saying, I’m real. I’m here. In a world addicted to performance, that kind of presence feels like rebellion. Estés reminds us that courage doesn’t always roar; sometimes it just refuses to vanish.

We’re conditioned to protect the softest parts of ourselves — to hide them behind humor, intellect, or distraction. One is taught, the more you know about me, the more you can use against me. Let me tell you, that’s a very true statement. However, we as a society crave connection. There’s data linking mortality rates to isolation — people who live without meaningful interaction die sooner than those who don’t. I know that sounds like hulcum — my grandmother’s word for nonsense — but I’ve read the data. It’s real. The problem is that because of our performance addiction, people can be ruthless. We’ve learned to turn vulnerability into spectacle or weaponry, not intimacy. But soul doesn’t survive in hiding. Every time you show it, even trembling, you steady the ground beneath someone else’s feet. That’s the quiet power of authenticity: it ripples outward, unannounced, and changes the room.

To show your soul isn’t a performance — it’s an offering. It’s saying, I’m still here, even after the storm tried to erase me. And maybe that’s what resilience really is: not surviving untouched, but standing — cracked, luminous, and unashamed — in full view of the world. In the stillness of simply being, you dare the ones around you to get to know who you really are. And if they don’t like what they see? Then they can kick rocks — because you don’t need any additional madness. Everyone’s got enough already.

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Reflective Prompt

When was the last time you showed your soul — not your strength, not your mask, but your unguarded self?