Be true to yourself

Last year was quite an eye-opener for me. And the most important thing I learned?
Don’t be true to yourself.
Yes, you read that correctly. Do not, under any circumstances, be true to yourself!
You see, when you decide to be you, to be authentic, you are immediately crucified.
You are labelled as being fake, trying to be trendy, lying to yourself, being weird, trying too hard, not trying hard enough. The list is never ending!
So where does that leave you? Where does that leave me?!

I stopped caring.
Why should I? Whatever anyone else thinks of me does not make me a better or worse person. Is it my problem that they deem themselves fit to air their opinion of me? No!

I actually feel a bit sorry for them. That they involve themselves so much in other people’s lives that they are hardly living their own.

But they also make me mad. I know it shouldn’t, but I’m a very emotional creature. Therefore I strongly feel the pain of my friends and family. So when someone breaks them down, humiliates them, or speak ill of them, it truly upsets me.

The Stephanie Myers book “The Host” made me think. Just imagine we could truly live in an enlightened world where there is no place for hatred.

In the spirit of Martin Luther King Jnr Day, I would like to quote him on these wise words:
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only live can do that.”

So what am I getting at? Well, nothing in particular. Maybe a request?
Before speaking in anger to the till lady, ask her how her day has been.
Before getting impatient in traffic, remember that everyone else is also stuck there.
Before posting a nasty remark, read it and think how you would feel on the receiving end of such a remark.

Kindness costs nothing, so pay it forward ❤



It’s late, and I’m thinking.
Dangerous thing, especially for an artist.
These thinking binges normally lead to one of two things – me writing a new play/short story/song lyrics, or overthinking to the point of complete madness. Questioning things that ought not be questioned, pondering dogs that are better left asleep, and overall driving myself insane.

So why a blog?

Well, a while back (quite a while, actually) I did have a blog. But I did not write regularly, and honestly…. the posts were… meh.
I stopped writing, almost altogether. I lost my fire, my passion, my drive.
I stopped for so long that I forgot all the details of my previous blog, and now it is somehow lost to me. But I feel no sadness. I feel like this could be a fresh start for me. New year, new beginnings (avoid clichés like the plague, I know).

I’ve tried keeping a diary, but I could hardly make it through the entry about my friend’s death. I felt like that was the only truly significant event worth writing about. So I stopped.

Now, I don’t care if people think I’m rambling, not making any sense, or don’t like what I’m posting. Now I’m writing for myself. And it feels good!

Now I finally feel ready to extend some of my work and take it to the planks.

I may be a late bloomer, but I’ve got the will and perseverance.


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