From the day we are born we were thrown into a society that “showed” us what it meant to live the American Dream. Finish high school, go to college, get a career, get a 401k, get married, buy a house, have 2-3 kids and a pet and wait until retirement to really do what we want to do for fun in our life. I never bought into that, though I sure tried my best to achieve those goals.
It still doesn’t make any sense to me that we should all have the same path and it will equal happiness because everyone’s idea of happiness is different. We can only judge those based on our own biases and for that reason we can’t undersand why someone else is happy doing something we would never dream of doing ourselves.
Yet here I am married, two kids, a dog, a house, a college degree. I didn’t follow a certain set of rules made for me by society. I don’t expect everyone to follow my exact path because it is my own. I created my path and I carved my way in my own time and when things felt right to me not to anyone else.
Remember that we will always be faced with people that will try to push us into their ways of thinking but we must always stand our ground and follow our own path. Make your own cookie cutter so to speak. Remember that your life is just that – yours and not theirs. Live it the way you see fit and if you happen to end up where they all said you would (like me), at least you went about it in your own unique way and in your own time. =)
Maybe it is just something that comes with age; the refinement of our tastebuds. Not just my taste buds are refining, but my “taste” in people. I am getting sick on fake people, artificially flavored foods and drinks and products that are cheap versions of the real thing.
This weekend I had the first migraine I have had for about 10 years. When it was coming to an end I decided that I would force myself to eat something. My pantry has a fair section of junk food and I saw some leftover pop tarts that I had purchased for my teenage sisters when they visited last weekend. I used to love pop tarts. I took a small bite of the frosted pasty and immediately felt nauseous. I don’t know if it was really the pop tart or for the first time my taste buds were truly alive and alert. I tasted the fake jelly filling and the frosted outside. The artificial flavored strawberry filling made me long for fresh strawberries and the entire pastry made me long for a fresh baked good. This is not just how I feel about food but a metaphor for how I see life.
I had the same thing happen to me with people. Have you ever talked to someone and realized that the person you were communicating with were simply going through the motions and weren’t really listening to you at all? Have you ever been mid conversation with someone and realized how fake the conversation was to begin with and were suddenly sick of faking it? Like you were suddenly awaked and couldn’t fake it anymore?
Be authentic. Whatever that may be: scared, worried, happy, sad, excited. Whatever you are feeling be true to yourself and your feelings.