Broken

[Emily Bea]

Sometimes it's weird to me that this is the only way I communicate with you (or at least some of you).

Blogging is just odd.

It's an attempt to be connected, but it often fails miserably.

I was recently reading through some past entries in my hardcover journal. I was brutally honest about my life and feelings. Here, on the blog, it just can't be the same ~ being that vulnerable to the public world. It's a shame we can't just be honest and open and have people accept that ~ empathize with it, learn from it, and bond through it. However, I hope to be a bit more vulnerable and personal here, and a lot less judgmental. I've been trying this in my day to day life and have been finding it's mostly positive.

It's easy to be cynical about people, but through this I've been reminded how caring and understanding people really are deep down.

I read this the other day on Raw for Beauty's blog ~ just wanted to share it.

I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing.

When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done.

The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness.

But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.

They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he’d temporarily been disconnected: “I AM GOOD”.

(Originally posted on http://rawforbeauty.com/blog/the-most-beautiful-thing.html)