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!”

Rhetoric about freedom means nothing without right to secede
Past feels like blurry watercolor, not like the history of real people
Counting on the status quo? Do you have a plan in case things collapse?
I want to help out of pure love, but human motives are messy
I don’t regret my choices, but I do lament choices he refused to make
Quit using the word ‘masculinity’
Effort to boot unethical congressman laudable, but will it really help?