Coat of Armour
Armour. We all wear it, some in stronger force than others. We remove it in different amounts, at different times. Sometimes not even aware we are doing it. It protects us, it shields us, and sometimes it hurts us. Blocking those from coming too close. Being armourless is scary. Nakedness is scary, having it all hang out for someone you care about to see. But it also can be the bravest thing you can do. And the truest.
After all, don't you want to be with the people you care about the most, without all the presumptions and the pretense? There is a certain admiration for those who are willing to just be themselves, and make no apologies for whatever that may be.
I know I myself, forget to put my armour on to shield me from some of the harshness that this world can be. I tend to confuse others who constantly talk and act in predetermined form and function. Learning to maneuver in a society who seems to have an agenda, can be difficult. Staying true takes strength of character. While others shine and strengthen their armour, I prefer to be weightless.
I often wonder how exhausting it must be to wear ones armour all the time...
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Madison
My Meddling Mind
I know exactly what you mean by armour. In my life, I have been hurt so much by those I thought were my friends and some family members. I am an easy going person and have been gullible sometimes. Consequently, I have only one really close friend. I live in Oregon and she in Illinois. My family, in Illinois too.
So, here I am 67 and have no close friends where I live. Yet I have lived here for 25 years.
I have let my armor loosen in the past few years. I am pretty much a home body when not working. Anything you have to share, I would appreciate