Style, identity, and the illusion of choice—why most people only replace one lie with another
I have seen people asking for freedom. But they miserably fail to understand what freedom really is.
Most of the people who run around for freedom accept the alternatives and the substitutes of freedom.
Due to lack of exposure, due to lack of grooming, many people fall into the trap of accepted lies.
They just exchange the lies. They live it and call it freedom.
This case is very prevalent with style.
People think they have style. They don’t.
They have a template.
Looking at magazines and duplicating what you see on the runway is not style.
In fact, their clothes make sense.
Their life makes sense.
Everything is explainable.
And that is the problem.
There is no friction.
There is no struggle.
There is no conflict.
There is no story.
If you eat the best dish in the world for the rest of your life, life will be miserable.
Variety adds spice to life. And luxury is not about price or expensiveness, but about newness.
Something out of the mould.
And this is why whatever you assemble and collage by looking at pictures in magazines feels off.
There is no drama in it.
It is assembled.
It is not constructed.
It assimilates trendy patterns which are not unique.
It resists change—what is printed remains constant.
Just because it fits, it doesn’t mean that it belongs to you.
And you don’t need me to tell you that.
Repetitions are boring.
Unoriginality is always down-market.
Because there will be many who will look like what you aspire to look like.
This is not expressing. It is maintaining.
Maintaining the status that you think society should perceive about you.
Maintaining the safety of not taking the risk of sticking your neck out to say something original to you.
Maintaining the distance from the ultimate statement that you were born to make.
How long will you postpone being yourself?
We are not destined to fit into the shoes of our mothers, fathers, or grandparents.
They had different feet. They had a different path.
If you want to meet yourself, walk your own path.
That is the only runway to reach the pinnacle of your own dynamic expression.
I deeply feel that this is not about changing, but adapting.
The clothes on the shelf are not going to change.
The world we live in will not dance to our beats.
Nothing needs to change. Only we need to adapt—and that is the biggest change this world needs.
Don’t be a collector. Be a curator.
Don’t accumulate. Decorate.
This change in perspective turns your fear into creative energy.
This creative energy helps you construct something beautiful on the foundation of your being.
This very energy opens a window in the wall of stagnation and lets you peek into the flow of your true nature.
The world is always looking for things that look like the world.
The world is interested in things that look different from the world.
Be the change, and you will not invite, but welcome the attention you desire into your world.
Attention from the people you love and care about. Attention you deserve from yourself.
Just one shift—and this world becomes your world.
Freedon is not what you think it is. What you think is not reality.
On the surface, you will be changing forms and colours. Change is the only constant.
At the core, you sleep like a child—silent and serene—knowing that finally, you are in your own skin.
Once you have found yourself with yourself, take care of yourself.
You don’t need approval from anybody if you approve of yourself.
You don’t need any external stimulus to dictate the way of your being.
You are enough.
You are complete.
You are whole.
You are divine, beautiful, the way you are—nothing extra, nothing less.
It works, doesn’t it?
You know what? — this life is a failure.
There is only one absolute truth that is true for everybody.
And that is death.
Once you accept this fact, you control what happens between the moment you are born and the moment you die.
And that’s the beauty of living. That’s the crux of beauty.
To find the melody in the midst of catastrophe.
To appreciate beauty without worrying about what is inevitable.
To have a zest to live, to strive, to believe, and to dress every day—no matter how the day is.
There should not be absolutely any reason for you to be happy.
If you search for a reason, you will remain sad.
Just be open to joy unconditionally—and you will become joy.
Freedom exists.
But it removes everything that isn’t you.
This is beautiful! Needed this. Thanks
Most welcome : )