Random thoughts on mortality and frailty… 2013

Hello Skinlovers,

Back again with another little snippet of thoughts….

Here we go.

Random thought on human frailty on a Wednesday morning ( I posted this as a facebook status now I shall do so here with a further elaboration on the theme):

You strive to be perfect (there is no such thing).
Of course it is ridiculous to think that you or any one on this earth is perfect, perfection is a work of fiction created and invented by people so you can truly feel miserable about your own existence. So do not even try to be perfect. Instead try to be the best human being that YOU can be…

You try not to lie (well, are white lie really lies are manners any less so?) 
Well, I go out for the premise that we are all born honest and then we are taught to lie by society, because that is what manners are most of the time, a white lie sugar-coating a reality that could be grim and forces you into an unnatural behaviour. If some one looks ugly in a dress I will tell them and if their make-up is wrong I will tell them too.

You want to please every one (and wind up pleasing none).
Seriously the biggest trap you can ever walk into, is the trap of peoplepleasing. Please yourself first, a little selfishness is healthy, being self-absorbed is NOT.

You want to go (yet you stay). 
You know the situation is bad for you, even unhealthy and yet you stay. Familial obligations, children, “LOVE” (my foot). All these things are worthless if you do not have freedom to roam.

You want to live (you stagnate). 
Routine that fatal killer of relationships, work, and everything else. Do not let yourself get stuck in a rut change things around a bit, That also means don’t get too over-excited about the changing it might back-fire.

You want to love (but are frozen).
When you have been through love blender it is very hard to trust when betrayal, death or simply falling out of love are on the table. You just are numbed and that is the feeling you have to fight.

You want to give (you are drained empty).
People and society drain you, you really want to give but you have no energy it has all been sucked out because you were deadened by the the taxing demands of everything and every one.

You want to shout (yet you paint on that small smile).
You have to be quiet keep your composure especially when you want to scream at the top of your lungs.

You want to reveal (you conceal).
You want to be yourself but society’s strait-jacket has your arms tied.

And then you die….
That’s one of the few sureties in this existence, you are born and then you die. So try not to do so with too many regrets.

 
Such is life, live for yourself and no one else, because if you are going to go by what society thinks of you. You will only wind up with a million regrets and you will be miserable.
So screw society you owe it nothing, do what you want to do and just remember:
Harm no one.
Be true to yourself.

And do not live by others perception of whom you are and what you should do… Just saying.

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About descantia

A melting pot of contradictions! Artist, Designer (most media), Copywriter, Thespian, Chanteuse, Dancer, Performance artist, Make-up artist and so much more... The penultimate liberal hedonist with conservative leanings! Exacting, free, libertine with a Courtesan mentality! Honest, blunt, viciously unkind when dealing with fools, ingrates, liars, and any deceivers. Detests: Hypocrisy, Disloyalty, Infidelity, Stupidity, Anyone Devoid of Morals Ethics and decent manners and behaviour. Loves being a Snarky Grumpy Bitter Old Elitist!
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