We spend much of our lives hiding from each other — and then we wonder why nobody knows us.
We grow up in a culture that teaches us to project just the right image. If we wear the right clothes, drive the right car, live in the right house and have the right job, we will finally be accepted. We can stay inside our suit of armor but still have people see how perfect our facade looks.
But when we do that, we still feel empty and alone. So we harden ourselves and try to prevent feeling anything. If we’ll just double down on success and looking great, we will finally be enough one day. That’s what we hope.
Authenticity is rare today. So when we find someone who feels like the “real deal,” we’re drawn to him or her, even if we can’t quite understand why.
We are so accustomed to seeing facades — shells that protect fragile hearts that have been repressed — that we are shocked when someone is authentic and expresses truth in a way that makes a voice inside us say, “I thought I was the only one who felt that way!”
We’re all prisoners of a culture which demands that we conform
Child in me feels let down by life, but I cling to faith in elusive love
Major parties compete to see who can tell the biggest lie about jobs
Briefly: People remember how you treat them — and they can pay you back
Briefly: Article I wrote about missing someone still connects with tens of thousands
Briefly: Lucy celebrated her fifth ‘adoptiversary’ with me tonight
Obama’s delusion about ‘explaining’ illustrates all-too-common narcissism
Politicians sometimes lie even when they know they’ll be caught
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’