Day 12
- nataliedoesyoga
- Sep 4, 2014
- 1 min read
There is so much hidden inside every person. A whole, secret world belonging entirely to no one else. To read another's writing is, in my opinion, the most humbling and sacred of acts. To read another's writing is to glance, however fleetingly, into the secret world that person inhabits. To see the peaks and valleys of that individual's life. To capture a moment - like a photograph - an instant of who that person was. To watch a sunrise or sunset through his or her eyes. To sit on the sandy shores of his reason, dip your toes in the ocean of her thought. To read another's writing is a priviledge. Of course, this isn't always expressed in writing - sometimes we see another's art, listen to her music, watch him dance.
But any of this - all of it - is so personal, so pure, so fragile, and so vulnerable... it is a gift we are given... a glimpse into the secret world another being inhabits. And I don't think there is anything so beautiful in this world as that kind of revelation... the rawness and truth of an individual, more naked in print than she could ever be in flesh.

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