Naked, Wet, and Crying

We all start out the same way, naked, wet, and crying. Is that all there is to life? Surely I am not still naked, wet, and crying. Or, maybe I am. I write in order to bear my soul, to show you what is beneath my surface, under my clothes. When I write or read or speak, am I not revealing my nakedness? Our society has deemed that nudity, or nakedness, is shameful and considered vulgar. But would you have me not bare my soul, and hide beneath the clothes of shame. I cannot do this, so, I try each day to reveal myself to as many people as I can. It is my hope that one day as I walk around the world baring my naked skin that others will join me.

Am I wet? I took a shower this morning, and my hair is still damp. So yes, I am wet. What shall happen as I dry? Will all of the moisture flow from me into the air, or, will it seep into my skin? If it seeps then I am still wet? When the sun beats down on us, then the moister from within reveals itself and, despite the discomfort that the wetness brings, the moister saves us from the painful sun. The love that we receive from our fellow man, like the water from the shower, pours down on us at some moments only to dry up in time. Does the love dry up, or does it simply sink beneath the surface in order to save us from the harsh sun. I am wet, and I hope to keep you so.

Why do we cry at birth? Is it our way of communicating, are we calling for attention, or maybe we are scared of the life outside. Inside we had safety, solitude, darkness, and warmth, now outside we are more susceptible to danger. We are surrounded by more people then we could imagine, our quiet darkness has been replaced with loud brightness, and we feel cold. Are these not the same reasons that we still cry? Although I feel somewhat ashamed to admit it, I still cry when the dangerous, crowded, noisy, bright, and cold world is too much to take. Do my tears show the weakness that many others would lead you to believe? When I see a person's eyes filled with tears I don't pity them, but instead I see them as they naturally are, a scared child. Embrace that scared child within you, and nurture it as a mother nurtures her child.

I am naked, wet, and crying. You can be so too, as long as you have the courage to be so.

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