What is this conundrum we as a society seek to model ourselves after? From the “American Idol” to “America’s Next Top Model,” how can we continuously judge who has the X-factor and who does not? The truth of the matter is, we all have it.
Miraculously beautiful are you that was blessed with chocolate or vanilla complexion, a curly or straight mane and a body that is courageously curvaceous or a sassy size two…it does not matter. The most astounding masterpiece we can ever hope to create is the one sketched within your heart, waiting to be filled in by the most vibrant colors that your environment can provide. From your family, to your friends, to your most precious sources of inspiration…each paint a moment, a part of who you are as a person.
Perfection is not made up of what brand of clothing you wear, car you drive or how many followers you have on Twitter…it’s about personification of self and the admiration of the soul, first. There exists no one, true definition of “perfection” because it is encompassed by many different facets, faces, personalities, people and strengths as well as weaknesses. Do not seek it in the media, but meditate. Do not try to discover it, but rather go on a journey of self-discovery. Ultimately, you will find everything you are looking for when you look inside of Y.O.U.
There is no dictionary…take the colors and create your own definitions. Don’t be afraid to mix and match; making unique shades or hues that the world has never seen before. Believe in traveling the unchartered territory, don’t be afraid to color outside of the lines…paint your own perfection.
“When I’m deep in a project, everything I experience seems to relate to it in a way that’s absolutely exhilarating. The entire world becomes more interesting.”-Jocelyn K. Glei
In order to keep your ideas fresh and invigorating…challenge yourself to work every single day. There is nothing more exciting than working on a project and keeping your momentum at an accelerated pace. I challenge you to feed your mind with meaningful words found poured from the pages of a piece of literature, lay down on the grass with your journal in hand and just feel the energetic presence of the sun as the words begin to flow from your mind and onto paper. Taking in inspiration from every life-force that surrounds you, your deep-seeded passion just transformed into an amazing reality.
Abused and abandoned…sometimes we think beyond repair. As you recall the memories of the secrets being hidden and the lies being whispered, it all comes to a grand finale. A conclusion lacking of a “happily ever after,” you wonder why. Why do they hurt the one they say they love?
The truth of the matter is, there are holes…holes present in their heads and even larger ones in their hearts. They neglect to remember all of the times you created their crescent-shaped lips in the form of a bright smile, stood by their side when there was nothing to their name to overflowing with joy when they finally became something. Why can’t they remember when you comforted their cry and caught every teardrop? Like a shadow you were there until the very end, believing they would cherish you forever. The hole becomes deeper, creating an abyss of eternal selfishness- there is no space in their heart for you because the hole takes its place.
Today, I say to you, however, walk away from all of the holes you may possibly fall into. Turn in the other direction away from their darkness and into the light. Do not be afraid to leave a liar and do not be afraid to stay true to what you know you deserve. All hope is never lost because there will always be forgiveness for you because you chose to do what might have been one of the hardest things you have ever done in your life. You have given your all, remained truthful and gave them grace, even when none was given to you. Stay in hope that you are complete without the screwing of your soul. Hope is never lost, it will always find its way back home-back to you in the form of a simplistic, humble and beautiful renewal…Loving you, for who you truly are.
Just as in the dead of winter, only bare branches can be seen with the naked eye. However dormant beneath their resting barks wait seeds of greatness, ready to sprout come Spring’s full glorious bloom.
A senseless tragedy betrothed words of mourning. A misunderstanding, questions of why here, why now? However, who takes the ultimate blame? For no forced legislation, no cracking of the whip nor concoction of torture against the perpetrator can stop evils like these from roaming the earth. This isn’t about rebellion nor about statements, but above all it must not revel about in bitterly tasting revenge.
For we must look up to the reconstructive view that beholds this gloriously infinite truth: what was meant for sorrow, we must redefine for the soul. For when the one percent gaze outside of their multi million-dollar flats while the blue-collars run to catch the train from work- we are all basking in the sunset, breathing in the sweetest oxygen, touching every life-force just by simply existing. It is that moment when we discover that we are “Our of Many, One People” and that we can truly change…not as a nation but as a world. Heal, build and transform the soul.
“You got to be free…come together right now, over me”
“I am a common man with common thoughts. I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but in one respect I have succeeded as glorious as anyone who has ever lived. I’ve loved another with all of my heart and soul…and for me, that has always been enough.” -Nicholas Sparks
No, we weren’t created to be like everyone else…hiding behind the facade of “beauty.” No, we weren’t fascinated by celebrities nor looking to figure out who was dating who, but by what problems we could solve. How can we save a life? No, we weren’t into talking about what we were going to do, for we stepped outside into the world and did it. We were created to create, to innovate and to build legacies that would last for generations to come. No, not our faces to be seen but our voices to be heard. To be humble is our mightiest attribute, for our greatest sense of pride can only come from a child’s eyes when it shines with a glimmer of hope for their future, their belief in creating something the world has never seen before. No, we do not follow, we lead. No, we do not boast, but simply succeed…for it is not by our words but by our actions that speak of our true accomplishments. No, we are not like everyone else but the genetic mutations of generation X. We sought out more than just nine to five and the confines of walls…we fought for more, for the world. Discovering uncharted territory, we made leaps and bounds, destroyed the status quo and yes, we are here to break the mold.
The X-men weren’t just fictional characters in a comic book, they symbolized the greatness of being unique and the boldness to make an impact and ultimately revolutionized the sentiment that there is power in being different.