Sensitivity
Late singer-songwriter and guitarist Jeff Buckley once said, “Sensitivity isn’t being wimpy, it’s about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom.”
I know little about Jeff or his music, but I share his sentiment, painfully so.
As kids we asked questions, gazed with wonder, awed by our surroundings – the touch of a rain drop on our faces, the buildings that stretch into the blue sky, the shadow that followed us around.
As adults we are bound by fear, filled with caution, rushed by reality. We left behind naïve curiosity; we no longer take in the world around us – one breath, one blink at a time. We long for a safe haven; we chase after the next best thing. We’re afraid to fall, to act silly, to tell the truth. We become jaded, worn, and protective of ourselves, mentally, physically and whole-heartedly. We have often forgotten what it means to be sensitive, to feel.
When was the last time you felt touched? A tingling in your spine, a slight tick in your heart, a sense of wonder, a pause in time that reminds you what it means to be sensitive, to feel, to be felt, and to be alive.
I want to live again, fearlessly, sensibly.
