Radically warm

How cold have we become that some call a genuine smile and human touch oddly warm? 
How guarded have we become that speaking openly about your struggles sounds brave?

We talk about social construct as a foreign occurrence, when in reality,
it happens right before our eyes…every day.
A conditioned mind programmed to act accordingly
and accept only what’s in trend — that’s what we became. 

We applaud vulnerability like it’s a performance, yet tremble at the thought of  being truly seen. 
We crave connection like oxygen, but ration it like we’re facing famine,
afraid someone might take more than they deserve. Or worse, discover our lack of it. 

When did the need for safety become embarrasing?
When did honesty turn into rebellion? 
When did tenderness need permission to exist?

I fill the air with good-mornings when I sense tension.
I like hugs, I like heartfelt conversations.
I let my teary eyes show when empathy grows in my soul.
Because I’m not ashamed to show I am soft.

Perhaps the greatest revolution left is remembering how to be human — to reach out without hesitation, to express ourselves without rehearsing, to feel (and to show it) without apology. 

Maybe the bravest act now is simply to be transparent; to show love, to care, unashamed and unfiltered, until warmth is no longer a radical idea but natural again.