Barney may be a sweaty actor inside some fabric made to look like an overzealous dinosaur.
Even so, that sweaty actor was on to something.
Or maybe his writers were?
I share. I overshare. DJB might as well be TMI.
Some might argue I share for the attention (Hi mom!).
Others might say I share for the validation. (Hi ex girlfriends!)
I share because I believe it's important to tell your story.
It's important for so many reasons.
Reason one: your story is your truth.
Everyone has a story and as such everyone has a truth.
Your truth is your vulnerability.
Your vulnerability is what builds bridges to other people.
When you open yourself to the world, the world opens itself to you.
If you take the difficult and challenging risk of exposing your truth,
the truth of those around you will show up.
I truly believe this risk is worth it.
Underneath everyone is what I call "a light".
Some people might call it God. Or humanity. Or Floppity Goop.
In this light exists love, inspiration, passion and connection.
Everyone has access to this light.
Some people live in the light as if they've harnessed it and learned how to drive it.
I believe I live parallel to that light.
I think my purpose is to help others do the same.
Many people show flashes of the light in their eyes or their writing or their dancing but then
live a life that mostly smothers it. It might be an accidental smothering or a situational smothering but it's a dismissal of the light nonetheless.
That light is all of us. Once you've seen it, you wouldn't want to dismiss it.
It's the salted caramel core in a Ben & Jerrys pint. It's the batter of chocolate chip cookies.
It's the first kiss you've been waiting for since you met her. It's the belly laugh that brings you to the floor. If it's not why we're here, it's what keeps us optimistic when we are.
If it is why we're here, why, so many people walk past it as if it's an already scratched scratch ticket on the sidewalk. Wait, is it scratched? Maybe it's a winner and the person who scratched didn't notice? The dismissed hope and excitement from the chance to win money. Hope discarded. The actualization of false hope. Trash. Littered on the sidewalk.
When you live in the light, that hope is always real.
That hope alone is an end.
This crunchy diatribe ends in a challenge to you.
If you see the light in someone, hug that light. Tap that light.
Sit in that light. Love that light.
Make sure that light stays on and that everyone sees it.
If you share the light, you channel what is the bridge to all humanity.
Just when you thought it couldn't get brighter, you realize you never really knew what light was.
#djblove
Thanks. It got me thinking.
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