The etymological meaning of the word "vulnerable" is "to be capable of being wounded." Is there ever a moment in which you are not capable of being wounded? As humans, vulnerability is not something we can choose to be. It's what we are. Paradoxically, it is only when we are finally willing to be what we are that we are set free from the prison of what we are not. We have been told that it is dangerous to be vulnerable. I'd ask you: What are the costs of pretending not to be?