Plea #80: Seen The need to be seen.
It oozes from each and every one of us, despite our attempts at sealant.
The purist of monks have only really learned to better conceal it.
Everything we do can be traced back to the urge.
Even the lumberjack, dead set on isolating himself in the forest, finds solace in the rabbit's glances.
Many of us battle it, some dedicating ourselves to the fight, but none have ever succeeded.
The aftermath of each war leaves only a blight.
The embarrassment of every unconvincing denial etches itself into our membranes... and yet we persist.
We never do come clean.
We only downplay our feelings, refuse our urges, and convince ourselves of their passing.
But the need never goes.
It only lingers.
Forever an uninvited guest in our inescapable cortex.
Freedom can only be found from this captor, through surrender.
But true surrender would mean expulsion from the very group we seek cherishment from.
And so, we play this game.
We fool ourselves into believing we are what we aren't, and aren't what we are, so the many can see us for what we wish we were.
Because at least then, we'll be seen... if only for a fleeting moment.