I have been inspired this week of readings about elegance, Bukowski, travel, strippers, and murder. Not nearly even close to that order. Many people have a taste for knowledge in matters that vary from what is prim and proper to bordering darkness, and even depravity. Some are openly intrigued, while others hide behind glowing screens in secret delightful fascination. I prefer open discussion on most matters, even when others scoff I am being “inappropriate”. Historically I was sensitive to ridicule about such things, but as I age I learn the secret joy that one gains as they near the grave. I don’t give a shit. Another life lesson, most of us are also full of shit. Hiding on some level within us all, are depths of insecurity and fear so beyond our reach we operate dutifully in accordance with the simple notion we can avoid their terrible outcome and risk their very exposure. What is the fun in that. I run towards my fears as fast as I can because once we collide I find, they were not worth the power I allowed them to hold over me.
We are existing in an era of illusion that technology has helped to create. People exist behind social media posts, pages, and photographs that advertise lives of perfection. Perfect happiness, perfect relationships, perfect vacations, perfect plates of pasta, and it is all perfectly bullshit. Please do not mistake me for a cynic. Sure, I have had perfect pasta, but not every plate is perfect. Not everything in anyone’s life is.
Take me for example. My life is perfectly messy. I get stressed out at work, I have bad hair days, my family annoys me at times-and I them. My house needs to be cleaned right now, but here I sit on my arse writing honestly about it. I am a perfect mess, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
In conclusion; be yourself, embrace your bullshit as well as your imperfect life, and enjoy all of it. The pain makes us grow, and growth prepares us and leads to things that are even better.