When we think about “accepting ourselves,” we think about accepting a style of dress or a label we identify ourselves with. People feel boxed in by the labels and brand names, but only because they would like to dress a different way.
Here’s the crazy truth: the outward appearance that we all put on everyday is not a definition of who we are. Yes, clothes and radically crazy hair style are wonderful and beautiful expressions of our feelings and our personalities.
But in no way do those shoes or that sweater define who you are as a person.
Learn to accept your soul.
"You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.” -C.S. Lewis
Here’s the thing: life moves on. As hectic and sad as things can get, life goes on. Sometimes it might seem easier to just drop out of school and sleep for the rest of your life than deal with everything going on. Sometimes it might even seem easier to slam your head against a wall or floss your teeth with that ridiculously thin plastic floss that makes your gums bleed.
But think about it. Our world rotates at 108,000 kilometers each hour, never stopping to take a breath. It just keeps fucking moving. The ground we stand on never stops. So why should we?
“A human being is part of a whole, called by us the “universe,” a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separate from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few people near us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”—Albert Einstein
Today, I was sitting with a group of friends talking about the ridiculous concept of conflict. We immediately realized the negative connotation that stems from that word. One often thinks of fighting that can often result in physical violence. Memories of bullying, divorce, and past relationships floated ashore in the conversation. I brought up the idea of conflict in literary terms. There’s man versus man, man versus society, man versus self, and many other combination of those. All of the conflict in the world today can easily be sectioned off under one of those headings. My first thought was about war, a typical society versus society conflict. Entire countries fight each other over the stupidest things. For example, think about the Seven Years’ War in the United States. The whole thing was triggered by the French getting irritated with George Washington. Because of that, multiple nations endured years of violence. And then I had a revelation. War is simply fighting violence with violence in order to achieve peace. How ridiculous is our world?
“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”—Louise Flory
“…the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.”—Carrie Bradshaw
Long standing A tribe of the quiet Carrying in the tide I see waves I’ve never seen before And sounds I’ve never heard. Long standing A nursery of tall, primitive sculptures Tying the links between their bows And the primordial waters which keep them afloat. As they repetitively curtsy in the whirlpool of warm July waters, I repetitively watch, A gazer stealing a glance at what the image of God may be like. I’ve seen a painting like this, Capturing what paint can capture, But forgetting about the distinct elegance in which these ships are riding. Planting ten toes amongst the billions of grains of sand, I imagine the journey to be somewhat spectacular I would be the girl, A pirate of the unknown fogs that wash out the morning sunrises, A sailor of imperative winds that shift my ships from here to there. I would be the girl, Watching the shore like a distant thread of a smile, Waiting for the cold-blooded vertebrates to direct me In whatever way the sea has directed them. Envious of the closeness between salt and water, I’m sure I could disappear into the crevice between the sky and sea. Long standing I see plenty of ships Like wise old battle men I watch them climb the ridges on the tearful eyes of mother earth. She watches them fade across her deep dark blues As I stand and covet her view.
I’ve had a series of bizarre epiphanies over the last few days. One of which being the whole concept of stamps. But that’s not important- my important revelation is that crying is strength. I’ve had this philosophy for a few years, but last night, I realized how true it was. Crying is this beautiful and raw release of emotion that has been bottled up inside of us for too long. As much as humans view it as weakness, it is pure strength. It is a sign that we have been strong for too long.
I, personally, hate crying. I just do. I’ll be the first one to say that I’m too hard on myself. But everything that I’ve said is 100% true. Don’t be afraid to release that emotion. Let yourself be whatever you need to be.