At what cost of ourselves do we exert our energy toward someone else seeing us? And, is there a reward in the effort of effectively showing ourselves or is it in the awareness of being seen?

What is the motivation for your vulnerability, to let someone know you, to see you, truly?

Are you capable of stripping it down, showing who you really are, owning the value of that?  Embracing not only who you are, when no one is looking, but allowing someone else to be present for that authentic realness… I think it scares the shit out of most.  Not just to allow it, to open up, but to be witness to it unfolding in front of you, as well.

-random thoughts in an airport