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The Shields We Wear

From the moment we’re born, survival becomes our most primal instinct. It’s not just a biological need—it’s how humanity endures. Even within families, as far back as the story of Cain and Abel, there’s been a need to protect ourselves. Through trial and error, shaped by life’s experiences, we learn to build shields—barriers that help us navigate a world that can be both beautiful and brutal.

We often say, “Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.” And so, we armor up.

But every now and then, whether out of courage or sheer recklessness, we take a leap of faith. We lower our defenses and allow someone in. In doing so, we give them access to our inner world—our strengths and vulnerabilities, our fears and dreams. We hand them the power to lift us up or tear us down. It’s risky. It’s raw. It’s real.

And yet, it’s the only way to truly love and be loved.

Shields protect us from pain, yes—but they also block joy, connection, and authenticity. Sometimes we choose to remove them. Other times, life shatters them for us.

For me, that moment came with the passing of my mother. The pain was immense, but it cracked open something deeper. I learned to ask for help. I began sharing more of my inner world. I became bolder, braver, and more willing to take risks. Living with fewer shields is still scary—but I’ve chosen not to rebuild all of them.

In doing so, I’ve deepened friendships, trusted my instincts more, and cultivated “selffulness”—a healthy balance between being selfish and selfless. It’s intentional, and it’s liberating.

So I ask you:

Are there shields you’re holding onto that might be keeping you from true happiness?
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  1. AnonymousNovember 3, 2025 at 6:06 AM

    Too many...
    I Will reflect on it
    Thanks
    God bless you

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