hard to be you…

How many times each day do you mean to say one thing, and say another instead, because you’re worried about what others might think?

How often do you wake up in the morning with one idea in mind for what you want to accomplish, only to find yourself doing something else because of social pressures or personal anxieties?

Do you dress the way you want to dress? Do you listen to the music you really like, or do you follow the herd? Are you working the job of your dreams, or the job of someone else’s dreams?

In this industrial era, a lot of things are mass produced. It is harder than ever to be yourself when others want you to be mass produced too. But no lifetime, no matter how successful, will be truly rewarding or happy if you cannot learn to love yourself and be yourself.

Let the world know you as you are, not as you (or they ) think you should be, because sooner or later, if you are posing, you will forget the pose, and then where are you?


wrote by the Misplaced Southerner


About Banded Carolina Girl

NC girl getting healthy. Come visit me and say hello.
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2 Responses to hard to be you…

  1. Eye Candy says:

    How very very true all of this is. I have always been a yes person and changed a few years back. Took over 55 years to change but I did it! Now 66 and take me as is or f**k you/off, whichever suits you.
    Thanks for this CG!

  2. I like your post.
    I hope you continue to push forward on the daily battle.
    Know that you are thought of often and good positive thoughts and prayers sent your way.

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