Which brings us to the actual story: I went with a friend to Disneyland yesterday. We were just walking around that building with the star wars props in it and she went: "Oooh, Do you want to meet chewie?" I laughed, "Sure, why not?" and we went in.
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This is about how we teach boys to worship this mentality, and blame outward, to hit, and shoot, and kill - all to to just steels themselves against emotion and pain. And so those fences turn into iron walls from the mountains and mountains of pain that come with life and grief.
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And so this is ultimately a story about breaking those walls. It's the ability to let things effect you. To undo all that is toxic about yourself. To realize that to call those things "child-like" is an outrageous disservice to selfhood, because they are "human-like."
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And they are critical to our sanity and becoming a balanced person capable of expressing the entire range of emotions without fear, especially when expressing fear itself. Because the alternative is the true misery of pushing yourself away from yourself.
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So yeah, I could tell have told you this whole story and just said "hardee har har, a guy in a Chewbacca outfit gave me a hug and it made me cry."
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The key is I actually let myself for once. Because deep-down I really needed to. And an old friend was there to let me know it was okay.
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