On vulnerability & giving
I am trying to teach myself to be more vulnerable. Trying to learn to let go of ego in the moments it inhibits us, prevents human connection. I’m convinced that growth stems from the smallest spark of connection – a stranger’s smile or a line of poetry. The ego functions like a wall, blocking that spark from traveling further through the body, from nestling into a corner of the mind, and from becoming a source of new light.
I’ve always been someone who intentionally builds a wall around herself, someone terrified of getting hurt or humiliated. I rarely ever “let people in.” Of the few people that I have let in – those absolutely closest to me – I’m still afraid. They probably don’t know that I’m afraid of them, or that I don’t let them all the way in. They probably can’t even feel it. But that is precisely what’s so exhausting about keeping such a wall up – only you feel it. Only you know the burden of each block added to it over time. Only you carry it, feel its weight grow with every day of every month of every year. It harms no one but yourself. No one but me.
Working on Jahanamiya over the last year has forced me to open myself to new things and new people. Especially in the last month, being in Jeddah and preparing for our launch, I’ve met with countless people who want to contribute and give to the project, to nurture it just like I do. As grateful as I am for them, I’m scared of them! Jahanamiya is my baby. It’s part of me, and I now have to let that part of myself go. Let it be held by hands other than my own, be seen by the eyes of strangers, and nestle in minds I’ll never meet. I have to let part of myself go in order to give. And from giving, I’ll grow.
I used Jahanamiya as the example because it’s what’s on my mind lately. But letting parts of ourselves go happens every day. When we take a moment to show another soul we appreciate them, we let a part of ourself go. Whether we say “thank you,” or we give them a genuine compliment, we become vulnerable because we push our ego aside in order to make room for gratitude. We push the fear of what they will think of us away in order to thank them for touching us in whatever way they did. When we ask for help, admitting our weaknesses and trusting in others, we let a part of ourself go. Again, we push our ego aside for the sake of learning from one another, for the ability to open ourselves to the arms of another, and be present in the embrace.
If I’ve learned anything from loss, it is to be more myself and to love more. To love both myself and what surrounds me. To love the ugly world anyway. Isn’t that all we can do? Loving isn’t easy. It means letting forces touch you and touching them in return, even if it hurts. It means accepting the hurt – the risk of pain – because you’re aware of the benefit, of the growth that will come. Vulnerability lies in recognizing our human sameness – our frailty, flaw, and emotion. Despite this internal sameness, external difference is what moves us. It is what sparks change and novelty. But it takes bravery – a readiness to be vulnerable – to openly embrace what we do not know. And we know practically nothing.
This has been an ongoing process for me. Self-teaching vulnerability. Bravery-training. Loving the ugly. Embracing honesty. Whatever you want to call it, it’s a difficult process, but one that I know I need. One that I’m proud of myself for beginning, and one I hope to continue to learn and practice. I hope to continue to accept my own weaknesses, and to realize that by sharing them I am not weaker. I hope I continue to show gratitude when something touches me, to learn from gratitude. I hope I continue to let parts of myself go – to give knowing nothing is ever lost.