So, everyone I know has asked me, “What have you learned so far in China?”.
I would always reply slightly predictable, but today I thought for a moment.
I have learned that I am a sensitive soul.
I have never strayed away from my compassion nor my emotional side, but I have never considered myself a “sensitive” person. When I was younger, my older brothers would constantly call me sensitive as a negative thing. But as I have grown, I have come to realize that sensitivity is a beautiful thing, especially when you yield yourself to it. In coming to a cautious stop when approaching your sensitiveness, you experience the boldness of things such as introspection, discovery, and love. Not romance, love.
Because I have sensitized myself to all that happens around me, smells, sounds, trying moments, times of loneliness, happiness and stillness, my heart is refilling itself with love. For such a while, it was low on love. I tried numbing it with seeking freedom in oblivion, but in discovery, I have found myself, sensitive and secure.
We all have a delicacy that we must acknowledge. Do your heart the favor of nurturing its needs to let a little love in.