He said, “You are like an open book. Anyone can read you and fall for you.”

“Is that a good thing?” she asked.

“In a way.”

“Should I be worried?”

“No.”

For most of my life, I have lived as a closed book.

Only a few months ago did I decide that I wanted to open up and be my true self. I wanted people to access me—to enter my life, understand my emotions, and witness my feelings. I wanted to be seen.

Being locked away from people was never part of my life plan.

Yes, a closed life can be safe. It can protect you from disappointment, heartbreak, judgment, and rejection. But protection comes at a price.

You can spend your days doing wonderful things.

Reading great books.

Watching beautiful K-dramas.

Getting lost in thrilling stories.

Sketching.

Travelling.

Learning.

Growing.

Yet if there is no one with whom you can share those moments, something remains incomplete.

It feels like only half a life has been lived.

“I have learnt about people,in the end no one can live without peoples”

Humans complete experiences. Joy grows when it is shared. Memories become warmer when someone else remembers them with you.

For years, I thought safety was the goal. I thought keeping people at a distance would preserve peace. What I didn’t realize was that walls don’t only keep pain out—they also keep connection out.

Today, I want to open my book.

I want myself to be read.

I want to experience what it means to be wanted, desired, understood, accepted—and yes, even rejected.

Opening yourself to people puts you at risk.

Someone may misunderstand you.

Someone may leave.

Someone may not value what you offer.

But there is a greater loss than rejection.

It is living a life so carefully protected that nothing ever truly reaches you.

A risk-free life may be safe, but it is rarely full.

And perhaps that is the purpose of being an open book—not to be loved by everyone, but to be known by someone.

I would rather have a few pages torn by life than leave the entire book unread.