For the majority of my life I’ve always thought that my innate “numbness” was a type of stoic and admirable quality. Little did I know that I was really hurting no one but myself. Granted, that type of behavior kept me from ever being really and truly hurt – but it also prevented me from experiencing the aspects of life that make it worth living.
“Anybody who doesn’t want or need something is dead, and anyone who needs something can be hurt…” (From Elliot Perlman’s Seven Types of Ambiguity)
Without putting yourself out there, being willing to feel pain in imeasurable amounts – you can never truly love or be loved. And despite all philisophical statements of inner knowledge and self contentment, it’s hard to be truly happy until you’ve torn down the walls and allowed yourself to be completely taken over.
The Road Less Travelled 