Friday, 29 December 2017

Comparison is a poison in the garden of aunthenticity

Wow, we have come to the end of 2017 and it feels great to have this year end. I feel like this year was just one of those seasons in my life where great shaping took place inside of the deep crevices of my soul. However, as hard as the process was, I would not trade it in because of where I stand today.

Accepting oneself and living a life that is not in the light of comparison is a journey I believe we all should walk through. This has been my song for this entire year as I had to walk through this with great vulnerability and brokenness. The people around me were probably bored out of their heads because all I spoke about was topics around this subject such as physical affection, vulnerability, the temperaments and the list goes on - which I am sure my regular blog readers are aware of.

I was watching Lorde sing White Teeth Teens a few moments ago. Usually when I do play Lorde's music at home, my mother and sister would usually have a good laugh and joke about Lorde's strange way of dancing during her performances. I then mentioned that I really liked her music and her style because she is not like anyone else in the industry. This got me thinking...

What would the world look like if we all were TRULY living an authentic original life that only we were meant to carry out? What would society look like if girls did not feel the sense of low worth because of the cover girls on magazines and if boys were not in constant competition with the other males around them? What if another man was not compared to his brother because maybe he is a bit feminine and likes to take good care of himself while the other man likes it scruffy?

We have lost the plot and greatly. We grew up thinking that who we are is in competition with the one next to us, when the one next to us makes the whole picture look so much better.

We simply cannot use the same puzzle-piece, throughout the process of building to complete a puzzle. 


I would like to paint the picture that authenticity is like a garden. Throughout life we tend to the garden to produce good growth. Sadly, there is an enemy to authenticity that seems to pop its head in our gardens every now and then. This enemy is called comparison. It is like a poison and kills everything that is in bloom.

We cannot live our lives in the light of someone elses shadow and opinion.

There is so much locked on the inside of us and we can only truly flourish when we are true to ourselves.

Here are a few questions about this topic that I answer below: 

1. How did your process of self-discovery start and how do I venture in this journey?

Well for me this wasn't something I asked for. It is simple, just start looking deep to find out who you are, what you love, what gets you going etc.

2. How can those around me help me in the very tough moments?

I remember sometime during this year being around people was just too much, but it was unhealthy for me to be alone. On these hectic days I would leave an entire group of people and sleep somewhere because sleeping was a way of not feeling for a bit. There were times when I was just left alone and there were times that people came to sit on the bed I slept on and keep me company by just being. Surround yourself with people who will be supportive, even if you are rude -which can happen.

3. How do I approach unapproachable people or circumstances? 

If there is one thing I really had struggles with, it would be unapproachable people and situations. All I have to say is, be yourself no matter what and grow balls to approach them or it. The sooner you face whatever is needed to be faced, the less awkward it would be.

Thanks for reading this blog. I wish all my readers a happy new year and I pray that 2018 will be a great year for you all.

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