In Chinese, we have an idiom “男人大丈夫, 流血不流淚” (a grown man will rather be
bleeding out than shedding tears) implicating emotions are signs of weakness. Growing
up believing that was the definition of strength, I soon learned to “tough it up” and
hid my vulnerable
side. It seemed not to hurt as much
when I held all my sadness and tears in but there was a side effect to the
solution. I was building a wall around me yet the same wall I thought was my
protection isolated me from connecting with others.
This subject matter first hit me between the
eyes when I was in the Missionary Training Center. One day studying Preach My
Gospel, I came across the following lesson regarding God:
God is our Heavenly Father. We are His children. He
has a body of flesh and bone that is glorified and perfected. He loves us. He
weeps with us when we suffer and rejoices when we do what is right. He wants to
communicate with us, and we can communicate with Him through sincere prayer.
It shattered all my core belief in bravery
and I thought to myself, “Why will a perfect Almighty God cry?” The further I
studied vulnerability in the scriptures, the more I found examples of wonderful
prophets and even the Savior revealing their true emotions. The Savior wept
when he arrived at the grave of his friend, Lazarus (John 11:35). Nephi wrote
about his feeling of inadequacy and guilt as he recalled his previous
iniquities (2Nephi 4:17-19) and King Benjamin expressed his humility by openly
speaking of his infirmities (Mosiah 2:11). What appeared to be weakness in
man’s eyes transformed and empowered them to go on with their discourses.
Changing is probably one of the hardest challenges
I have ever encountered as I have to constantly work against my natural
instinct. Jeremy Bentham once said that mankind was governed by pain and
pleasure and our natural inclination was to choose pleasure over pain. To be
vulnerable is to open up and subject ourselves to possibility of misunderstanding,
disappointment, rejection, hurt, uncertainty, and fear. The emotion is so raw
and the feeling of depending on others just makes me feel super antsy. But just
like my line in the worldwide broadcast, help is always there when we have
faith.
Just when I was about to throw in the towel
and crawl back to my comfort zone few days ago, two of the most loving,
courageous women in my book inspiringly shared their hardest trials with me
encouraging me to go on. So, we trembled, questioned, hugged, and cried
together in the office (there wasn’t much I could do with the location when
unplanned epiphany occurred). In the midst of chaotic emotions while learning
from their examples, I found a tiny shred of courage acknowledging how I really
felt.
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