#sensitivesouls

They call me too sensitive, like it's something to fix. Like the world doesn't need more who feel deeply, who care intensely.

My senses? They're not flaws; they are my strength, my survival. We absorb, we protest, we push boundaries.

The Sensitivity We're Told to Bury

When I was growing up, the most frequent comment I heard was that I was too sensitive. Never was there an instruction on how to contain those huge swelling feelings or explore the world more tenderly. Instead, I was told to shut them down, be quiet, and just toughen up. For years, I took this as a defect, something that needed to be corrected. But as the years passed by and I approach the half-century mark on this revolving blue globe, I have learned that sensitivity is not a fault. In fact, it may be one of the most uncommon blessings in a world that becomes ever more cynical and cruel.

A World Created for the Thick-Skinned

However, the fact remains, this world wasn't made for delicate hearts. We live in an age of perpetual outrage, fueled by algorithms that prioritize anger, fear, and scandal. Scroll through any corner of the internet and you’ll find voices shouting into the void, headlines designed to provoke, and people eager to tear others down for sport. Bullies no longer lurk just in school hallways; they hide behind screens and usernames. Energy vampires suck the hope out of our days, and prophets on social media foretell calamity every hour. It's little surprise, then, that anxiety has become epidemic in size.

Two Ways to Survive

Confronted with this unyielding tempest of negativity, the vast majority of us have two choices: either soften ourselves by immunizing against it, stifling our feelings, and allowing the world to toughen us up, or discover tiny, precious pockets of respite. The former guarantees short-term tranquility at the expense of permanent hollowness. The latter is more difficult. It takes work, consciousness, and a conscious rejection of the pandemonium. But it also provides something lovely in return: the opportunity to re-establish contact with what it is to be human.

Seeking the Small, Good Things

The solution is to pursue what I think of as pockets of joy, those small, often ordinary moments which tell us that life remains lovely. It may be the way sunlight filters through the trees on the way to work. The scent of rain on parched ground. The giggle of a stranger's child on a park bench. A favorite tune playing at exactly the right time. A peaceful morning cup of coffee before the world stirs. These little things count. They are evidence that goodness persists, even when anger is more audible.

Creating Your Own Sanctuary

With an angry world, you must become your own joy curator. Turn off the news for a bit. Unfollow outrage-spreading accounts. Learn to say no to conversations that drain you. Instead, surround your space, digital and otherwise, with things that inspire, comfort, and uplift you. Read poetry. Watch movies that get you crying in the best possible way. Send a sweet text message to someone you love. Keep a book in your pocket wherever you go. Rejoice in the mundane. Because in a world that's always yelling, sometimes a soft, individual delight is the most courageous act of rebellion.

The Courage to Remain Tender