Let’s All Hold Hands And Sing Kumbaya
(I think you’re missing the point)
We all know whether we’re happy or not. It’s no surprise that many of us cringe when asked “Are you happy?”, because by admitting we’re not means admitting we’re aware of it, and still have shit we gotta do.
To have more meaningful conversation, real connection, to get to *know* someone, we have to make the effort. Which means being open and sincere ourselves. Open to (not fearful of) what we or someone else is thinking or feeling.
I’ve found myself more closed, which is not me, at all. It seems our openness and willingness to ask meaningful questions is connected to our hurt and fear of, or need for, its exposure. The deeper our dark the less likely we can be to open up and content to skip over any real answers or indeed asking any real questions — to ask would lead to being asked, challenging *us*.
Engaging on the surface of life seems the norm for many, but some of us struggle with it, when what really matters, what really needs talking about is what’s inside, beneath the surface of idle chit chat, “I’m good” and all the other avoidant tactics humans lean on.
