It seems each day that I am inclined to meet people along my daily life's road, that try to show the world who they 'want' to be, rather then who they really are...
They set these tremendous goals, a burden to their own mind to live up to and go on their way thinking that everyone now sees the 'new them', not behind the mask they hold up.
I often wonder if they sincerely feel we cannot see through the facade they are weaving, if we buy into this 'new them'... I liked the old them, the person they used to be that chuckled at quirky odd jokes, not minding if we heard the little 'snort' that punctuated the air... when they found something amusing..
Sometimes, I have sorrow for the person they think is not good enough for them or the world to see... and you have to wonder, why it is that some people 'need' to be more than they really are, are they emulating someone they admire, someone popular or it is just a sense of insecurity that keeps them from jumping into life with all of the gusto they can manage, vice their dipping a toe in, seeing what others do and then following suit?
I have a dear friend that does this, always chasing their tail in an infinite loop, trying to quickly turn around fast enough to see.. how others see them, and if they need to 'adjust'.... to fit others perception of who they are...
Love yourself for who you are, be secure in that and if others do not like you? Well... feel sorry that they cannot see the fun and joy you bring to your own life (and others), by simply being true to who you 'really' are.
*snicker* *snocker* *snort*
Deb..


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I always say, "Look, this is me. I ain't changing so get used to it or get over it."
Ah, yes, the "aha" of synchronicity. Here I am going through my Pluto transits dredging up the sludge and realizing: It doesn't matter what lessons I thought I was being taught when I was young. What matters is my relationship with that one person I can't be separated from, me. So, those dumb lessons in self-hate, self-denial, self-abnegation, are just pre-sludge shit. What was being taught to me on a more subtle level, had I only known to listen, was all the marvelous gifts/talents/skills/character that were developing into the ever-becoming me. Something like, finding my heart's desire in my own back yard.
Peace,
libramoon