Differences make things beautiful
The greatest artists of all time are flawed. Clooney admits to suicidal thoughts. Robert Downey Jr. and Keiffer Sutherland both have gone to jail. Da Vinci cut his ear off for love. How many things in life are flawed, imperfect?
I just spoke with a new friend on the phone who reminded me that one’s imperfections can make one aware of the kindness and beauty of the heart. I do not think that those who have money or position should be allowed to degrade or push down anyone. If you have the power to persuade others with your art and craft, you should never cut someone down because they are ugly or flawed. If a person is physically deformed, have a conversation with them, for inside is a brain that wants to be recognized as a life worthy of breathe. A woman with a stutter desperately wants others to understand her and accept her and know her. If someone is not by some social standard whole, that does not mean that person is not an organic being worthy of life? I think they are worthy of praise for being alive.
We are all unique. We are all special. We are all different. We should never be put down or be told we are nothing or led to misery. We need to lift up those in pain, praise those who overcome the most difficult of trails, and love the life of those who still act with kindness even when they feel kicked beyond repair. The first step to a holistic life is love. It is not sexual and it need not push into the borders we all need of privacy and sanity. It is a matter of making those lines and ensuring those you care about stick to them.
If you are told you are different, embrace it and find the beauty in it. Find “the you” in you, and always remember that center. Spend time nurturing the person who loves life and start finding ways to move into the direction of being “the you” that you were intended to be. Above all, don’t act from anger or hate. I know that is hard. I find myself consumed with it. I love acting and no matter what though I will not give anyone the satisfaction of making me quit it.
My differences, my scars, make me wonder at times why I fought to stay alive, especially when I am rejected by those I seek to connect to. But at the end of the day, I am the one who must live in my body and with myself. I think recognizing that is the first step to true freedom. This is my life and no one else’s. I think recognizing ones own inner conscious or guide is the first step to true moral judgment. It is not your place to dictate my choices for my life. Listen to your own inner voice. To me that is the voice of the higher power. It is a source of truth and of art. Listen to what was given to you from the beginning. Do not oversee someone’s life you are not responsible for. Respect the individual’s right to chose.