We spend so much time pursuing the “true self”—the “higher self” that we will reach after enough procedures, makeovers, behavioral changes, wardrobe revamps, media inspirations, glow-ups, diets…after we’ve bought enough products and achieved the right commodified “aesthetic”. I don’t think it’s wrong to grow or to aspire to be better, and goals can be helpful, but the “true self” is not just a being that lives in the realm of aspiration; in modern society, particularly internet society, the “true self” is a materialistic and capitalistic entity. The modern True Self is focused on curating a particular appearance, a perception by others.
The True Self is also a rejection of the old self, or the present self, or you as you actually are and have been. In order to gain the True Self, you have to do away with the old—but hasn’t she done so much for you? Hasn’t the old self brought you to where you are? Isn’t the old self you? How can you create a self that is loving and accepting from a place of wanting to destroy what you are, and create a perfectly controllable and moldable artifice in your place?
When do you get to stop aspiring, and instead be and appreciate life as it is? I’m sure that many people would say that there is no version of oneself that is not curated and intentional, but have you ever had a moment of such pristine clarity that you forgot that you were perceived? Maybe so caught up in the exhilaration of a thought, so comfortable and happy with loved ones, or too immersed in nature and its sensations to worry about how you look, merely existing. You are a part of nature, too. Have you ever stuck your hands in the soft soil or cool water or laid in the grass, half-shade, half-sun, on an autumn day? What if your true self is merely what you are, and in endlessly prescribing how you should be, you never actually get to be?
I wonder how an increasing lack of natural spaces and community/in-person engagement has impacted this focus on the aspirational. While we continuously consume in the hopes of becoming someone who is “worth living as”, the parts of the world that are so beautiful and joyful to enjoy living in are being destroyed, often by our very consumption habits. But we also become distant from the imperfect beauty and visceral sensations of wildness, nature, life; we become focused on the curation of a perfect image and apathetic or even hateful of the uncontrollability of nature. Natural destruction, in ourselves and in our world, becomes easier to swallow.
Genuine self-acceptance is a revolutionary act, and without an awareness of nature, we lose sight of who we are.