tirsdag 15. september 2015

     Losing sovereignity


When you yearn so desperately for others to see you in a good light,
Nothing more important than the approval and faultless recpetion others might have of you.
It is time to start asking question.
When always trying to convey a good image, a happy life, a successful home, a grand bank account, a myriad of friends and associates, a super hectic schedule, and being hellbent on letting everybody know just how well you master this thing called life, you might not have so much mastery after all.
Always reminding others of how much you have accumulated, exhibiting your possesions and wealth like a trophy child to gather the applause from those you encounter.
Their supposed admiration, respect and awe being the sole reason or existing.
Always keeping a so called perfect facade, never letting anyone see past the rigidly constructed exterior you devote all your time and energy to manage.
Never doing, saying or acting in ways that you think might garner dissaproval, that goes slightly outside of the invisible prison of normality, standards and appropriateness.
Never daring to loosen up, because some might talk the next day,
Never daring to wear a flamboyant piece of clothing, due to the fear of being seen as over the top,
Never saying anything shocking, because others might react,
Never doing anything unexpected, that would drive you into a frenzied scare of the unknown and the unknown you like to keep at bay,
Never going off the heavily trodden path, scared that others might leave you,
Never allowing anyone a glimmer of your true emotions, that would sacrifice others well established and fixed opinion of you.

Those that whimpishly mold themselves, create themselves, build themselves, to please the eyes of the onlooker and associates. Those that sheepishly follow unspoken rules of behavior and thought, terrified of slightly showing any independent or creative aspects.
The perception of others being more important than their own happines, the happines they can contribute to others, the memories and moments spent with loved ones, such is not important unless it can be shared and admired by some. The realness of life shut down, a pathetic book or ideals of superiority, deciding their every step.
Scares of following own joy, what truly elevates them, what they really want, scared of living, scared of dying, scared of anything that goes beyond, their mind being like a narrowly defined street where they can never take unexpexted turns.
If a picture perfect state of life, written by the societal underlying expectations others strive for is seen as the golden rule, the indisputable truth, the only thing you deem correct.
You might want to reconsider, to eveluate if it really is so great after all.
A prison comes in many forms, and being a slave to the approval, good thoughts and words, and thumbs up of others is the only thing you allow yourself to exentuate and propogate in your life.
You might want to start searching for a key.

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