I must admit, I am becoming obsessed. I've been reading about the psychology behind it, the science, the effects of culture, the internet, and the failed concept of the American Dream. Well, some of that is purely my experience with people, society, and my own feelings about them, it, and myself. But what does it say about someone who is so caught up in the persona(s) they've created, that they've lost touch with who they are or ever were? Is it a superior strength to ignore one's self or is it a grotesque failure? I myself, have battled long and hard to come to terms with the fact of who I am. Embracing my flaws was not only cathartic, but has given me an inner calm, knowing I owe no one else a facade. It sounds simple and many probably would nod in agreement should they ever read what I say, but the truth is, so very few I know are true to themselves.
A simple explanation. I am vegan. I do not eat meat, dairy, or any product that derives from animals. I do not even eat honey. Until I do. Non-vegans attack me, when they see it. They chide me and tell me I'm a bad vegan. Yet, they refuse to point a judgmental eye upon themselves when they waiver from their faith. When they fail as a parent, they blame society, the educational system, their children's friends, taking no accountability. So why is MY indulgence in a piece of cheese too much for THEM to handle?
Over the past few years, I have laughed at people who allow an act to define them, yet never actually take time to recognize these acts are simply acts and the traits often coinciding with these acts do not reflect who they are. There are the joggers and bikers who own the outfits, talk the talk, but rarely do enough to promote positive health changes. There are smokers, who claim it's not a problem, yet cough incessantly, are always ill and blame coworkers and children for what ails them. There are the unintelligent, who have access to information galore, who blame conspiracy theories for why they refuse to learn. There are those who do yoga, who exhibit no calm other than some burned incense and a statue which is supposed to represent their zen state. There are the drinkers, who claim they can handle it, but bruises, dents, and destroyed friendships lay in their wake. There are those who believe their work existence is the paramount to the business's success, yet could be replaced by a hanging plant. There are those who smoke pot, who do not realize the lethargy it creates within them, whether they are smoking or not. There are the meat-eaters, who claim I'm a heretic, then whisper of their cholesterol and high blood pressure. There are those who say they are happy with who they are, but do everything to project someone they are not. There are those who carry metal water bottles and eat organic, railing against those who are destroying the planet, yet buy foods wrapped in plastic, produced by one of the big five. There are the devout who know so little about their own religion it's sinful, yet champion those who detest other faiths. There are those who simply want to be everything they are not, but who judge those who are truthful.
We live in a world without mirrors, yet everyone else's is cracked.
A simple explanation. I am vegan. I do not eat meat, dairy, or any product that derives from animals. I do not even eat honey. Until I do. Non-vegans attack me, when they see it. They chide me and tell me I'm a bad vegan. Yet, they refuse to point a judgmental eye upon themselves when they waiver from their faith. When they fail as a parent, they blame society, the educational system, their children's friends, taking no accountability. So why is MY indulgence in a piece of cheese too much for THEM to handle?
Over the past few years, I have laughed at people who allow an act to define them, yet never actually take time to recognize these acts are simply acts and the traits often coinciding with these acts do not reflect who they are. There are the joggers and bikers who own the outfits, talk the talk, but rarely do enough to promote positive health changes. There are smokers, who claim it's not a problem, yet cough incessantly, are always ill and blame coworkers and children for what ails them. There are the unintelligent, who have access to information galore, who blame conspiracy theories for why they refuse to learn. There are those who do yoga, who exhibit no calm other than some burned incense and a statue which is supposed to represent their zen state. There are the drinkers, who claim they can handle it, but bruises, dents, and destroyed friendships lay in their wake. There are those who believe their work existence is the paramount to the business's success, yet could be replaced by a hanging plant. There are those who smoke pot, who do not realize the lethargy it creates within them, whether they are smoking or not. There are the meat-eaters, who claim I'm a heretic, then whisper of their cholesterol and high blood pressure. There are those who say they are happy with who they are, but do everything to project someone they are not. There are those who carry metal water bottles and eat organic, railing against those who are destroying the planet, yet buy foods wrapped in plastic, produced by one of the big five. There are the devout who know so little about their own religion it's sinful, yet champion those who detest other faiths. There are those who simply want to be everything they are not, but who judge those who are truthful.
We live in a world without mirrors, yet everyone else's is cracked.
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