Being sensitive comes with risks, perhaps a broken heart.
Being sensitive takes courage.
Being sensitive is laying your feelings on the line, carrying your heart on your sleeves for all the world to see, and decide how to treat it. It’s something you surrender to because their is little control over the outcome.
Back in the days when outside opinions mattered more, pushing me to conform to expectations and norms, being sensitive scared me. I disliked it and thought of the world perceiving me as weak. Today I would say that it is the opposite, and that it takes a strong heart to take this step.
Today I have long accepted that being sensitive is my strengths. Take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to emphasize and feel, my intuition and creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, the big kid in me, my dreams, awareness of other’s pain, and my passion for it all. Very little would remain, leaving an empty shell, a lifeless self.
I can’t pay such a price.