That’s what this pursuit is all about and I am guilty.
It is a form of narcissism. A desire to see one’s words immortalized. The ever-present, heart-rending refrain that one is not understood. A desire within people at all ages and all stages of life to open a window into their lives, their souls, to send out an open invitation to total strangers. It is almost akin to sending out an S.O.S. from the deserted landscape of one’s being.
So why then do people maintain hidden selves in their daily lives if their innermost desire is to show themselves as they really are, without layers of pretension? What drives people to hide in plain sight and emerge undercover?
I can’t really answer that. But at this moment this is the most self-indulgent thing I am doing.
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