Naked Body VS Naked Soul

Naked Body vs Naked Soul

 

If you had a chance to pick

to see something more than flesh

to be more than a person to someone

What would you pick?

I like to see the good side of humanity. The part where everyone thinks they are a part of something bigger. Something greater than themselves. At the same time, I can't help but feel pity for the condition that we are in as a human race. I find us, and I included as shameless hypocrites. At one end we extensively talk about looking at the depth of things, of really feeling the moment, experiencing joy in the little things. Yet being condensed towards superficiality.

Isn't it ironic that we appreciate someone's naked body along with supporting statements like "look how they are not shy and freely express their body" all those expressions. But shun the person who bares their soul out and is not seen at par with the bare skin. There is an insurmountable amount of fascination that we have wrapped around skin and flesh. When in reality, it is nothing but the exterior covering that encapsulates something more delicate and fragile. Something worth acknowledging and appreciating.

I firmly believe that if there was a picture of a gorgeous woman in some clothing that revealed her assets prominently versus words of a woman baring the deep secrets that she has shielded and enclosed within her all her life. Almost everyone would neglect the latter. Not only because we feel it's a thing of much effort to listen and comprehend and then say something about it.

For me getting my clothes on the floor won't be much of a struggle, or an act that precedes a lot of contemplation. At the contrary, the process of layer by layer unwrapping all the covers, that guards my soul is a much more daunting task. Letting someone into my spirit, thoughts, hopes and dreams is being naked in the genuine sense. 

Why do we undervalue someone's naked soul more than their body? Bodies are relatively similar for most people, but people vary in the intensity of their soul. The part of them that isn't merely seen through your eyes. It requires your primary senses to hear someone's soul, to touch and feel it and to see past their flesh towards a more intimate, vulnerable and personal side of a fellow human. 

I think we all are scared, but want a feeling of closeness and proximity with someone, hence we take the simple route. Standing there with our bare body is frightening but not more than when your soul, your inner self is with no cover. We end up fooling ourselves to believe that we in fact are close to someone, with just our peripheries touching. In actuality, it's a hoax. Our inner fragile child is still unattended, crying and wailing to be taken in loving arms and just being told “and everything will be alright, I am here for you.”