It is counter-intuitive, and not readily discoverable, that power is a function of authenticity. By “authenticity” I mean being unmasked, being known in every way we are and in every way we are not.
Being authentic is about exposing, letting ourselves be known by our mistakes, our flaws, our shortcomings, giving up our desire to look good and always be seen in a flattering light. It is also about jettisoning the stories we tell ourselves about our victimhood or helplessness.
Being authentic is not about beating ourselves up. That’s more inauthenticity. Beating ourselves up is usually done in the full glare of others’ eyes, ostentatiously, whereas being authentic is about owning up to what we are hiding.
We are powerful to the extent we are authentic.
Image: Joan Miró, Ubu the King (1966)