When I was a little girl, my dad would sit me on his lap and tell me very often what he saw in me. One was that he thought I was a fine girl. The other was that I was very sincere. I wasn’t sure it meant much in my day to day, but I noted his observations and went on my merry way. With time, I took his words to heart.
Sincerity is one of my favorite ways of being. It’s a common characteristic in the gentle-spirited.
We have a deficit of sincerity in American culture right now. I think there are millions of sincere people, but I think they hide it. It can leave a person feeling vulnerable.
It’s not a championed characteristic. It’s actually considered somewhat of a liability and that’s discouraging. Some people consider sincerity naive. Aren’t those the gullible people?
I don’t know.
I think it’s lovely. It’s a beautiful tribute to what you value to live your life determined to stay sincere.
I love the experience of a sincere person. It’s an idea my children are well-aware of and wear with confidence in their dealings. Do you wind up feeling lousy sometimes when you are sincere, because people don’t see the power in sincerity at times? You betcha.
However, I’d guess that was going to happen no matter what. Some people are determined to find reasons why people don’t fit in. If you aren’t going to fit in because of someone else’s constructed rules in the game, why not have the reason be because your sincerity was off-putting. It’s amusing just to type that idea. It seems ludicrous.
Your sincerity is like a poem you live for humanity. Keep it up. There are millions of sincere people yearning to find more of their kind. I promise.