Thoughts from the train...

Authenticity is not convenient
A soft heart often will never allow you to maintain the facade of emotional control that is expected of you.
Tears pour at inopportune times….and don't show up when they're most appropriate.

Authenticity makes people uncomfortable.
It's as if our refusal of the blankness, of the numbness, somehow challenges their own embracing.
It takes more courage than comes standard and more intentionality then most would choose to spend.

Authenticity, is in itself, an indictment
It exposes a mutually accepted, and often endeared falsehood,
as a wall of evil surrounding the Holy of Holies.

Authenticity is what makes the citizen of somewhere else seem a foreigner here.
and awakens a deep homesickness in the most acclimated expatriate.