The society teaches us that we are supposed to work extremely hard every single day, and eventually we'll get what we've been working for. It suggests that if you aren't breaking your back, then you're undeserving of what ever it is you're trying to get. Pause for a second. Hear me out.
I've been afraid to jot down my thoughts lately. I'm not exactly sure why, it's just the case. But within the last 3 weeks or so, I've come to the realization that people are so caught up in the frivolous and somehow miss the important details of life and experience.
People have always looked up to me. I don't know why half of the time, because I always find myself criticizing who I am in private. So when someone says, "you're such an inspiration" or "I want to be like you when I grow up" I am shocked. But then vanity unleashes, my head gets swollen and it takes a few drop kicks from life to bring me back down to size. A secret that I discovered very early as a kid was do what comes easy to you. In other words, if you can do it with your eyes closed, no hands, just your pinky toe, that's what you ought to be doing.
So I played the sports I was good at. I chose the educate-myself path because my brain is a sponge for knowledge. I chose to wear the right clothing for my body type. I chose to argue about topics I was familiar with.I chose the friends that edified me in some way. I chose to be intentional about every single thing that surrounds me and could aid my success. Well most of the time. And well, I think if I did it all the time I wouldn't be humble enough to admit that sometimes you have to make the wrong choice to figure out the right way to be in any given situation.
Now, on this premise, it's likely that people will misconstrue my words and claim that I am proclaiming that laziness is okay. But I'm not attesting to that idea at all. I am saying that everyone ought to do what they are naturally good at, so that they can be successful. Some people live to clean and organize. Some people live to paint or draw. Some people just love doing community service. Some people love healthcare. What I'm driving at is, NOT EVERYONE enjoys what they're doing.
We're currently bound by the constraints of society. We're bound by a belief system centered on acquisition of the temporary wealth. And in an effort to get this wealth, we work 70 hours a week until we're dog tired. Then we hit up parties/clubs and spend the money we just sold 70 hours of our time for, and wake up the next day thinking man now I have to go and work and get that money back...or maybe we never come to that realization and we continue this vicious cycle that suggests we will one day make it.
We are trained to work hard. Enjoy life less. Pay to maintain facades and keep up appearances. And we get stuck FAKING IT and never actually MAKE IT.
See, I was never trying to be that person. I was never trying to be the person who didn't grow from an experience, grow with a company, grow in economic stature, grow spiritually, grow in my ability to community, grow because what good is the alternative...So yes it makes me angry when I watch people continue to suck on mediocrity's breasts and expect to grow into success. Yes it makes me angry when people consistently get in their own way by remaining too closed to receive gifts they can see let alone God's gift of life. Yes it makes me angry that we are constantly working against each other, pretending to be what we're not in an effort to shield ourselves from being hurt but then becoming hurt when people don't understand you.
Yes all of it makes me angry, but what good is my anger, if I sit idly by and watch the cycle continue? What good is my anger if I don't try to break the vicious cycles and binaries society has shackled us in? What good is this reflection if I go back to my old habits and forget to grow.
Life is a process. The rich are rich. The poor are poor. But we all the desire for personal growth in common.
So let's stop pretending and faking. Let's be our best selves, or strive to be our best selves and stop focusing on being some second rate version of someone else.