The Illusion

Don’t give in to the illusion. The white picket fence life. The women on the front page of magazines. The next iPhone or android that you just have to have. There’s a prescription for how your life is supposed to look on the front pages of journals and books, on billboards and commercials. A model of who you’re destined to be on Instagram and snapchat and Facebook, recipes for how you’re expected to turn out, who you “should” be and how and when.

It’s nice to gaze at on your walls in pictures or in the windows of shops while you’re walking down the street, but it’s not the only way to live. We aren’t made to be the same. None of us are exhibits in a museum for others to gaze at through a glass window, disconnected and unmoving. We’re humans. The world feeds us this constant diet of what our lives need to become, and some of us just surrender. No more yielding to the collective hopes and aspirations of society; if they aren’t yours, find what’s pumping your heart and moving your muscles in the morning. Find God. Tell Him things. Anything. Release the pressures brought upon us by people who don’t care about the well-being and soon-to-come future in our lives.

What does your mind wander to when you’re alone? Talk about it, look around for it. Revive the healthy portion of your personality that has been lulled to sleep by the world. Sink into the mold you were born for.

I’m honestly talking to myself here. I get it. I have to remind myself every day, and I hope this encourages you. If the white picket fence life is for you, then go get some wood and paint, chop it up and put it around your house. This post is simple, it’s just about throwing out all the extras, the scraps that aren’t a part of your personality. Whatever God calls you to do. Do it.

He’s invested a bunch of oxygen and time and space into you and one day the oxygen and the time and the space will run out so just be who He made you to be. Wear the old dress your grandmother gave you because you love it. Speak up about your beliefs regarding utilitarian views in that one philosophy class you signed up for. If you’re a history nerd, then read all the dang history books in the library just because you like it. Every day, every year, people steal this precious, one in a million wealth of individuality that inhabits each and every one of us, the makeup of our hearts. The people who do that are replacing us with some man-made synthetic imitation of whatever they feel is perfect.

Those people are dumb. Do not listen to them. Save yourselves and be free.