Yash Bhuva shares how he overcame barriers to be vulnerable with strangers.
There are so many different worlds within the one world we know. Think of the cultural enclaves that run strong in the Bay Area: each religion is reminiscent of vibrant patterns and flavors. We’ve devoted so much of our attention to building autonomy and originality, however, that unifying all our differences remains a struggle. Ironically, those who aim to reconcile the divisions are often the biggest culprits.
Take me for example. When I introduced a fitness program at the local homeless shelter, I believed I was providing the residents an escape from their life and a way to connect with mine. I was so focused on projecting my values that I overlooked their individual needs and desires—and, in turn, their character. I created the barrier between us. But everything shifted once they shared their story — and suddenly, I was the one being welcomed in.
They described their life before the shelter — their job, their family, their values. Fitness wasn’t an escape for them, but a small step toward discovering the life they once had. The only real difference between us lay in the unpredictability of life.
I often revisit this moment when reflecting on other relationship dynamics. In some scenarios, it feels like I am a mere recipient of another’s efforts. Like when my mom gently leaves a plate of food outside my door after a long day. Have we put a barrier between us? Perhaps. But I’ve learned that these barriers can be overcome when I open up and share a part of myself.