Ego

Lately, I've asked myself how much I rely on the ego. Something that cushions the tender and soft parts and puts up a mask that protects but also limits someone from experience. Sure I can let people in as far as I want but will they ever see the raised goosebumps after I watch Björk's New York performance of 'All Is Full Of Love'? Or the warmth that ripples through me when I visit my childhood home and see years of love on the walls through the guise of framed baby photos? Or even my soft spot for bugs(specifically the kind with more eyes than I could count on one hand). When I guard myself so dutifully how much do I, in turn, stop myself from experiencing those who are seeking someone just like me? who's to say. The truth is, I've been told constantly that I am mature and have things figured out. And that I will do well but even still I'm as human as can be. There are doubts, second guesses, and self-protecting mechanisms that work for me like clockwork. But hey, I can at least commit to a continued journey of being myself so this noisy world doesn't make it hard for my people to find me. ;)