By: Shauna Zamarripa
We live in a world of fakes.
Fake boobs.
Fake lips.
Fake tans.
Fake eyelashes.
Fake noses.
Fake faces.
Fake people.
Fake friendships.
Fake love.
Mind you, I’m not knocking plastic surgery or enhancements,
or even those who get them for that matter. I mean, after all, if you are so
insecure with the way you were made, by all means…go fix that. And, make sure
you take 1,467 selfies over a 12-month time span in order to obtain the supreme validation
from an internet full of strangers, stalkers and other perpetual fakes that you clearly crave beyond all else.
Wow.
That was mean, right?
Or….was it?
I was having a conversation with a friend of mine, where we
both observed how so many people nowadays seem to aspire to look the same. As
if reaching this inflated, over publicized standard of beauty has become a
rabbit we self-impose our destiny to chase until the day we die. As if that superficiality
has become the number one priority of so many people in the world, that
being real (in so many ways) has taken a backseat to the throne sitting smack
dab in the middle of the kingdom of fakedom.
When we are young, we are taught to be prim, proper and soft
spoken (well, some of us) so that we can cast a wide net of attraction to the
world. So that we are accepted.
And that’s the key word, isn’t it?
Accepted.
Sure.
We all want to BE accepted. We all want to be LIKED. We all
even want to be LOVED.
But how does one truly accept, like or love that which is not real?
Is it even possible?
As we grow older, if we get into careers like sales and
marketing, all of that prim and proper bullshit is thrown out the window at
sonic boom like speeds. We are told to find our niche.
We start all over again.
We reinvent ourselves.
And, if we are lucky, we have an epiphany.
We think: “Shouldn’t we have been searching for our niche
all along? Shouldn’t we have long since abandoned the notion that being palatable
for all makes us (ultimately) less likeable to many since that palatability
only serves to portray a fake and disingenuous persona?”
Because, the white hot truth of the matter is….that it does.
Consider this: Your vibe attracts your tribe.
Whatever you put out into the universe, online or in the
flesh becomes an integral part of who and what you are. It becomes either a
destiny of superficial pursuits or of spiritual enlightenment, thusly
attracting people and things to you that are one or the other.
Like attracts like.
And maybe that’s your job. Maybe it’s your job to find your
voice. To use that voice. To say whatever crazy, seemingly insane, kooky,
nutso, rambling thing that keeps floating around your head, bottled up to the
point where you feel like one day you might explode because you have to keep so
much of your real hidden.
You fool yourself into believing that you have to hide your
light, in favor of being accepted.
Now, consider this. Maybe it’s your job to be the one brave enough
to share your “real” because that is the one thing that will inspire others around
you to do the same.
Maybe it’s not your job to find your tribe, but to allow
your tribe to find you by putting out a vibe that attracts the real in others.
Maybe it’s your job to be a lighthouse. To guide others to shore.
After all, there is something so refreshing, honest and
perfect about being real, and in finding others like you who want to do the
same, that it changes you….your heart, your soul, indeed your very being on a
deep level that nurtures intuition, spirituality, love and light.
Things worth spreading into the world.
So, I leave you with this:
Being real is like rapid
growth formula for the soul, and being fake or false is toxic to it. Life is
too short to be anything other than real, even if everyone else might think
you're crazy.
Take a risk. Be crazy.
Be real.
I promise you won’t
regret it.
Much Real Love,
Miss Adventures
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