“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.” (From The Velveteen Rabit)
For the most part I find that when I am not truly myself, is when I am in a protective mode of living. Protecting my true identity, at least what I perceive to be true about myself.
One of the reasons I started this blog was to encourage people to live from within, rather than the opposite. Vincent Van Gogh, the famous artist wrote- “I must grasp life at its depth.” It is a difficult thing to live life from depth when we are used to shallow living.
It is this idea of pretending to be something or someone who we are not, in order for self preservation- the very thing we are trying to stay away from- being hurt! However, the opposite is true, when we are real, being hurt is not part of the equation, but is rather part of the experience of life.
Fear of being hurt is not a reason to pretend, rather being hurt is part of the shaping of who I am as a real person.