Sensitivity resides in a state of awareness.
The world is beauty and pain. It is intensely felt in sensitive people. It explodes in our hearts in moments that cannot be classified as anything but other-worldly. We are sensitive to that magic. We feel it and know that anything is possible.
Sensitive people are awake to all that can be, as well as all that can fail.
Sensitive people know when some subtle thing has been uttered, when someone has just crossed a limitation, when a celebration is near. We notice when something terminal has just been said which will forever change the direction of a relationship, or an idea, or somebody’s soft dream.
To be sensitive is to be able to read between the bars of a conversation, a laugh, a look in someone’s eye. It brings words to a resting place while interpreting that which cannot be easily expressed. Sensitivity gives rise to greater knowing and understanding.
To be highly sensitive means to simply be an instrument which is attuned to finer details. It is an inner melody that picks up on the wrong chords, an out of place silence. Sensitive people pine for a sense of peace, or beauty, and above all else, kindness. Sensitivity in one’s mind is a barometer which feels the moods and weather in human dialogue and connection. It hears the narrative and the commentary. It is the way we find a direction toward that which is good, wholesome, beautiful, loving.
Being a sensitive person can be a curse. It can become the albatross, the grating sound that returns to you again and again. Sensitive people can feel plagued by messages sent by invisible messengers. There can be paranoia is one is not careful. One’s inner world can become a playground for silent screaming and constant mistrust and fear when others seem clumsy, for as you know, we humans are a rough bunch.
For sensitive people, our interactions with others may feel like nails on a chalkboard when someone tramples around in a rough state, as people do. These engagements become painful at times as you are alarmed to the feelings of a situation, the context that gets ignored when other people and even yourself cross into territory that is unkind, unthoughtful, unconscious. Yes, unconscious.
The more conscious you become of brutality in yourself, the more you become aware of it in others. You feel that things can hurt. That people can bruise with their words. You hurt when you catch yourself in a selfish state. Your hurt feels others’ hurt. You cannot bear seeing torture. Animals lives become sacred as does all of nature. Eventually. It takes time to get there, unless you are born sensitive.
Sensitivity is a sound, it is a beautiful gift. It gives us the ability to see more deeply into the nature of things, of people, of ourselves. We can feel, intuit, and intimate more on the rainbow spectrum of our inner world. Art makes sense and we are doused by the sacredness of life.
Sensitivity is part and parcel of a state of awareness. It is a tool of creation, of love, of destruction depending on how this gift is used.
