express or impress? few words, big thoughts about instagram.

do we aim to express or are we reaching to impress? 

can you share your darkest depths as much as you share your highest highs?

expressing the self takes massive cajones in courage, truth, and vulnerability. it's easy to post a photo of a handstand pop-up, or share this season's line of leggings, or teas, or someone else's quote. it's easy because we don't have to reveal a part of ourselves when we are focusing on others, what we are wearing, who we are with, and the attachment to anything outside of ourselves. without a connection to the heart in sharing life on this little these apps, we are bringing attention to our surface. one tiny layer of make-up. if we come here to express and create a community of connection, we have to be willing to speak so bold to share our experiences, stories, life, and love. not just another pretty photo or endless product promotion or fitness challenge or one-upping of another. we are so much more than that. share what you know, your experiences, your truths, the in-between moments, what makes you tick or cry or laugh, what you fear, what lights you up, what you're grateful for, who you love, where you're from and where you're going, share it all. 

if the notifications disappeared; the likes, the praise, the tags, threads, the debates, and following no longer existed, would you still be willing to share yourself through these online platforms? 

how little time we have on this earth to not reveal ourselves.

people will charge you with their own perceptions or labels or stories. you may as well take off the mask, rip open your massive heart, and be fucking seen. as your self in expression, not an impression for others.

to be seen is to be living.