Intimacy is a four syllable word for, “Here’s my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger, and enjoy.” It’s both desired, and feared. Difficult to live with, and impossible to live without.
I believe honesty is the same. We deeply desire to be known. As the saying says, “The truth hurts.” Yet, in that moment in which we become honest with ourselves about where we’re at, where we’ve been and where we’re going– in that painful moment, there is joy. We desire to be known. Deeply. All the shit we’ve ever done exposed.
Thanks Evan. (You know what for.)