If I'm Being Honest
If I'm bein honest, I struggle with how much I care about the selfish things in life. I do care when I get the most or least amount of “likes” I've ever gotten. I do care when the people in my life show more love to their other friends than to me. I do care when somehow everybody else has enough money in the bank to buy the nicest palettes and the brand name contour brushes. I do care when my skin isn't as tan as it could be because I'm working everyday during the “tanning hours.” I do care when people believe things about me that they shouldn't. It’s all so completely mundane and pointless that even writing it out makes me cringe...and care about why I would care about that stuff...
And while I wish I didn't care about those things and I may even try to convince others and myself that I don't, it seems that at this moment, I do. All that being said though, I'm realizing more and more that I don't have to be ashamed for caring.
Caring about something and letting it control you are two different things.
I'd venture to say that at one time or another everyone reading this could relate to one of these. If not, man, let's talk, because I need your secret recipe to all things life in the 21st century. But something I've come to terms with is that it's really quite natural to care at least a little bit. Otherwise, fame and social media and vanity would all be dead by now.
There is only one thing that matters when it comes to caring about the selfish commercial life we've been sold. That you don't let those cares control the way you live. I'd like to take a survey of how many people have held back on posting an insane picture of the sunset because of the two trolls on the internet that don't appreciate nature on their feed. Or I wonder how many times a girl has had to say no to going out with her friends because she's broke from buying loads of Sephora to look good for the friends she just said no to seeing. (Because seriously, girls look good for girls or themselves. Rarely are girls concerned that their expensive highlighter will be swooned over by a guy.) I could go on. But I don't need to. It happens though. But all I know is I don't need to worry too much about caring as long as it doesn't change me or the way I want to live my life. I'm not going to stop doing what I want to do, what I feel good about. I don't care... That much ;)
And while I wish I didn't care about those things and I may even try to convince others and myself that I don't, it seems that at this moment, I do. All that being said though, I'm realizing more and more that I don't have to be ashamed for caring.
Caring about something and letting it control you are two different things.
I'd venture to say that at one time or another everyone reading this could relate to one of these. If not, man, let's talk, because I need your secret recipe to all things life in the 21st century. But something I've come to terms with is that it's really quite natural to care at least a little bit. Otherwise, fame and social media and vanity would all be dead by now.
There is only one thing that matters when it comes to caring about the selfish commercial life we've been sold. That you don't let those cares control the way you live. I'd like to take a survey of how many people have held back on posting an insane picture of the sunset because of the two trolls on the internet that don't appreciate nature on their feed. Or I wonder how many times a girl has had to say no to going out with her friends because she's broke from buying loads of Sephora to look good for the friends she just said no to seeing. (Because seriously, girls look good for girls or themselves. Rarely are girls concerned that their expensive highlighter will be swooned over by a guy.) I could go on. But I don't need to. It happens though. But all I know is I don't need to worry too much about caring as long as it doesn't change me or the way I want to live my life. I'm not going to stop doing what I want to do, what I feel good about. I don't care... That much ;)
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