I was perhaps nine or ten years old when my paternal grandfather overheard my eldest cousin tease me about being too sensitive. He pulled me to his side and said something to the effect that it is a blessing to have a sensitive nature. Grandpa J said I was so sensitive because my dad was a sensitive boy, just as grandpa J was a sensitive boy. He admitted that some other kids will be mean to me because I am so sensitive. Grandpa said they are probably cruel because they are also sensitive boys but they’re just trying to hide it.
Grandpa J’s reassuring little talk remained fresh in my mind because the truth of what he said gave me strength throughout the rest of my childhood and adolescence. Instead of believing that being sensitive is bad and should be hidden away, he said that to be sensitive is a gift. An ironic result of accepting my sensitivity is that I became stronger.
Whenever I see something beautiful, hear a haunting sound, or read something profound, tears well up in my eyes. The sense of sight is what usually triggers the deepest emotions. It could be a magnificent painting, a bed of pretty flowers, a golden sunrise, or even mechanical technology.
Yesterday, I watched a YouTube video created by a young man from Melbourne, Australia. It was about his vintage Toyota Cressida. It had been passed down from his grandfather to his father then to him. The Australian explained about the things he had done to restore the car to its original showroom condition. He had done an amazing job. I felt my eyes begin to moisten in admiration.
How odd is it to so appreciate an old sedan that holds no sentimental value to me? Perhaps its mundane, unremarkable beauty excites a sensitive part of the mind in a particular way. This is something I still need to investigate.
People, mostly males, are afraid of revealing themselves. This is censorship on a deeply personal level. Why do so many people believe that sensitivity is a shameful quality? The current trend of insulting sensitivity by calling someone a snowflake is troubling. In this day and age of insensitivity and dehumanization, sensitivity should be seen as an attribute, not a liability.
People who tremble in awe at the world around them are open to strange, new possibilities. Sensitive souls are those whose imagination draws out the urge to explore, investigate, invent, and create. To be so sensitive is to have the ability to tap into the wonders of the Universe.
To be so sensitive is to know that even the sky is not the limit.
The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes philosopher Alan Watts. “How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god?”