In this day and age, we exist within an endless circus of self-exposure. We exhibit our meals and our cute pets on social media for all the world to see. We flaunt square insights into our private lives on Instagram with nary a second thought. Has the need to be nakedly exposed for nothing but a mere modicum of fleeting fame turned into an implicit obsession? Or, has the desire to wield the word “I” become such a zeitgeist that no longer does the spotlight focus on writing about oneself but rather, for oneself.
It would appear we spare no sepia filters for what we share.
Which has me wary about something I’ve dissected at length in the past – oversharing. When does sharing morph into, I’m loath to use this word, confessing?
It’s all too easy for shared experiences to waver from being an intellectual reconstruction of past, personal encounters, to being, well, confessions (read: nakedly exposed). No one enjoys feeling vulnerable. And no one likes the inference it creates. After all, a revelation is a mode of self-scrutiny.
Not a plea for absolution.
Nor for attention.
The very word implies that we’re dumping all our guilt and sins on the page, begging readers to forgive us. It can also imply failure. And that simply isn’t the case.
Confessions aren’t in the least bit methodically processed, or analysed. They’re told in a moment of desperation.
Revelations, or sharing (as I prefer to name it), on the other hand, is a transcript of events which transpired. Events which help us navigate a roadmap for the future. Rehearsed accounts of things that actually happened. They may be staged but they’re certainly not fake.
Personal experiences conscripted into intellectual content, shared on a global podium. And through sharing, we witness these disclosures being heard, processed. And perhaps, just perhaps, for those of us who need it, we start healing. Learning. Living.
BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME
What about you? Do you believe, as I do, that the royal road to healing (or salvation, if you prefer) is self-investigation? Its goal isn’t sympathy or forgiveness. Life isn’t personal. Life is evidence, really. Fodder for debate. And the outcome makes us stronger.
Do you believe that too?
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