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!”

I don’t like to admit this, but recent changes leave me afraid
Three of Colorado shooting victims died protecting their girlfriends
If you vote, you’re my real enemy — no matter who gets your vote
‘Post-racial’ America? We’re nowhere close to that — and may never be
Inflated expectations make good people act like entitled children
Taxing ‘the rich’ more not only wouldn’t work, but it’s not fair
U.S. gives $529 million to build car with worse gas mileage than SUV
Those Libyan ‘freedom fighters’ we paid for? They’re murdering thugs
Race discrimination: Sometimes evil, but sometimes praiseworthy?