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...