On Sincerity
To constantly live at the edge of our sincerity is to deny the seasonality of ourselves.
There is an undeniable sincerity in the words of French Philosopher Albert Camus when he said “Live to the point of tears.” To do so is to live with such openness that we find ourselves at the outer edge of our sincerity, and this is often how I felt as an entrepreneur.
There is no time to join the chorus of those who critique, no time to grow righteous in our efforts to disapprove. Being an entrepreneur means continuing to build, even when we find ourselves at that point of tears, even when the slightest prick can open up our vast, unknown tenderness.
I’ve been noticing how my sabbatical has been a chance to ease back from the edge of that sincerity, to find myself less exposed. It has me wondering if our sincerity moves in seasons, and if we ought to let it follow its peculiar course as it recedes and winters, only to bloom in its own springtime.
To constantly live at the edge of our sincerity is to deny the seasonality of ourselves. It takes the time that it takes to fall in love, to conjure those tears, to let the sincerity well-up within us, nudging us out into the world again.