The Luxury of Vulnerability

Perhaps what we call being spoiled is simply the soul stepping down from guard duty for the first time.

Created by AI.

Yesterday, one of my readers asked me, “How do you let yourself be spoiled?” I couldn’t answer right away. Hours later, I realized that I actually didn’t know. Because maybe I have never truly been spoiled.

There have been many moments in my life when I was praised. I was applauded for my achievements, appreciated, even deeply appreciated at times, and I have felt loved many times too. But every time, what I did was the same: I smiled, said thank you, and then kept walking from where I had left off. Praise made me happy, but it did not change me. I did not see myself as bigger than I was, nor smaller…

Perhaps, for a moment, I comforted myself by thinking that this was why “being spoiled” had never entered my vocabulary.

Then I thought about it.

Maybe being spoiled has nothing to do with someone loving you very much. Maybe it has everything to do with being able to feel completely safe beside someone.

Maybe if I had been given such a right, I wouldn’t have used it for my achievements anyway. I would have laid down the full weight of life for a few hours, taken the responsibilities off my shoulders, quieted my mind, and simply stayed inside that moment.

Unfiltered… Without “but”s… Without rules…

Don’t misunderstand me; what I mean is not passion or the body. What I am trying to describe is the feeling of finally being able to breathe for the first time. Not having to control anything, even for a moment…

Being able to turn wherever the wind blows… Choosing to get wet when the rain begins, instead of running away… Walking without checking the time… Bursting into laughter in the middle of a sentence… Maybe turning the music all the way up and dancing without trying to stay in sync… Maybe falling asleep in the arms of someone you love without having to explain anything… Or maybe simply allowing your soul whatever it needs in that moment, without touching anyone, without hurting anyone.

Because sometimes what a person is looking for is not freedom.

Without being a burden… Without carrying a burden… Without expecting anything from anyone… Without leaving weight on anyone’s shoulders… And without making anyone else’s shoulders heavier…

Sometimes, it is only about silencing the noise of life for a few hours.

Perhaps what we call being spoiled is exactly this.

A person being able to live not their strongest self, but their most unprotected self, without fear.

Yes, I have never been spoiled.

Because I have not yet encountered that safe silence worth taking off my armor for; the kind that leaves all the noise of life outside.

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