Wow, time has been flying. I do have a longer post coming about my journey thus far, but today my mind is elsewhere. I’ve been thinking about what it means to share.

I have always had issues with sharing. For too long I viewed this act as an admission of vulnerability. I HATE being vulnerable. Even now, as I’m writing this post, I am tempted to delete it and go another direction. This change in my attitude towards sharing has been gradual, and is something I am still struggling with.

It was triggered by the realization that we are, every one of us, alone.

Hate to break it to you, but there is absolutely no way that another human being can experience what you have experienced. Learned the lessons you have learned. Remember the memories that you hold dear. This is one of the most fascinating and frustrating aspects of being a person. Each of us has to go it alone.

What makes this beautiful rather than depressing is our ability to share. Language, communication, patience, understanding, open mindedness, and so many other skills and qualities exist only because we share. Sharing our perspective and experiences is how we grow as individuals and collectively as a society. Taking the time to listen to another’s point of view, to the lessons they have learned on their journey, is one of the most important things human beings are capable of. Without this vital act we cannot learn, we cannot grow, and we will be truly and utterly alone.

I don’t wish to be stagnant, and I don’t wish to be alone. That is why I am fighting my instincts and sharing.