Too be myself I can not change one thing about me. I am not rich, and I can not afford a plastic surgeon. With my body, what am I to do? The media pumps youth and beauty out day after day, and I sometimes forget it is just a commercial and not a social statement. I see many people everyday, and there are far more plain than exotic. It is nice to know that good looking people exist, yet who is the true judge of what constitutes beauty? I am glad there are no laws that you must look a certain way, or you will not be accepted by society!
We sometimes get so caught up in our physical attention because the media says try this and it will make you more attractive. Funny they never sell a simple product to make you more smarter? Is it not simple enough too find the human body anymore than a container of our soul? The soul is faceless and beautiful beyond human understanding. The soul has no name and is not regulated to anyone’s opinion. It is an integrated part of our thinking, yet we prize the good looks more than a good soul. Sad how we as a people` care more about shallow matters of flesh and skin.
People are sleeping in the open night air, and they are wondering about their souls… Will I survive the night? Do you think these people wonder what lipstick will set the mood for today? It is well known that we all want to be sexually attractive, but it is not our only goal in life. Each person was made to be good at something whether that be inspiration, or working with sick people. Everyone needs someone, and only those who can relate~ will have friendships. I would rather know those I say I love, than be sought after for only my looks. Our image will fade as we get older, and what once was young will become old.
I have never seen an ugly person, but I have seen ugly intentions. Ones motivated by pride. We should never get too comfortable depending on our looks to get us through life. Either we are attractive, or we are not. Either we convey vibrations of love, or we do not. I have found fleeting joy living for what “others” thought made them happy. Today, I choose to be happy with me. I have my friends and those I am close with. Maybe my looks are average in the eyes of Hollywood, but I do not live in Hollywood. I live with those who see my face everyday, and they like what they see.
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