Never Let Them See That They Get To You
I consider myself a very secretive person. I admit, I'm not good at hiding my feelings and emotions. Annoying Karens can see the roll of my eyes behind my forced smile, and my crushes can detect the blush hiding underneath my expressionless face. The whole world (actually just people who read my blog or makes an effort to know me) knows that I'm both happy and sad, an embodiment of summer and winter, a still heat or a wrecking torpedo, only the extremes, no in betweens. I'm not good at hiding my emotions, and I don't intend to. I'm very vain despite the bouts of insecurities; the sky needs to know I'm in a bad mood and thus should rain accordingly, the sun needs to know that I'm happy and so should dim its light as I will be bright enough.
But I only ever reveal that much. I don't tell people the reasons behind the absent-minded smile or the sudden burst of tears. I feel the urge to keep this to myself, these reasons. Why? Because if people don't know what hurt you, they don't have the power to destroy you. If you don't know, you shall never know. There's a line from Zootopia that I hang on to: "Never let them see that they get to you".
Figuratively speaking, there's a thin line between the beauty of vulnerability and the danger of exposing your Archilles' heel, and there's me blindly trying to find that invisible line.
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