It’s funny how we learn to count numbers. We learn to love what’s on the outside. When we are little everything is about what actually matters relationship, love, friendship, joy and all the good things. It’s never about how much money one has in a pocket or if you are a writer how many people read your article.
When we grow up after all the schooling and University we forget what matters and we only look at what we earn, where we live, how much it all cost, how we look, what clothes we wear, what make up we use, what shoes we’ve got and etc. In actual fact none of it matters. What matters is whether you are a fundamentally a good person.
I have a friend whom every time I meet she looks me up and down. I know it’s not sinister but why would she care what clothes I wear or make up…? Maybe in France like in Italy is important to present yourself in a way that wows people around you…? Maybe the looks is what sets them apart? However, the looks doesn’t last.
In Spain, I see many stylish men and women and they don’t necessarily wear designer clothes or make up. In London, you will see people wearing ridiculous things and women wearing absolutely nothing when it’s cold. I don’t know why this matter? Life isn’t about the clothes and make up. We are born with nothing but learn to care so much about materialistic possessions and the looks later in life.
The beauty industry is booming with fake boobs, fake lips, eyes, buts and I don’t know what else. Where and when did we learn to love something that isn’t real? If the looks doesn’t last then let’s go and make something fake in a body…? Even something fake doesn’t last. Nothing lasts very long. Why then waste time on things that don’t matter?
We are given gifts like a body. We should all take better care of our health and bodies. There’s another massive industry which cashing in and it’s health. It’s booming at the moment. There’s so many health ‘camps’ eat carbs, don’t eat carbs, eat fruit only, eat meat only and so on. It’s confusing. Grow your own vegetables and fruit.
Don’t harm the animals with your eating habits. Listen to your body. Instead of looking for the outside gratification go inside. Everyone has a soul otherwise you wouldn’t be here. The soul, the heart knows what’s right. None of the superficial stuff matters. No fake eyelashes will give you what you need. A great book, on the other hand, will.
Great conversations with a friend or time spent with somebody who needs your attention will give you more than any fake lips or boobs or buts. The time has come to learn from kids. They are not yet spoiled by the social media nonsense, the looks, fame and the money. They care about friends and love. Sure, they don’t know the concepts of it but that’s what they spend doing.
It’s all about being with friends, family and giving and receiving love. Love conquers all. The universal love that everyone needs. It’s far more valuable to have! Money come and go! Even fame come and go. You die as everyone else dies. Mozart, the greatest composer of all the time, was buried in a communal grave with many other dead bodies.
The fame, designer clothes, shoes, eyelashes, fake boobs and buts will not buy you a better death. Why waste time on things that give you short lived exposure? We all born if we are lucky, live and then die. That will never change. Chasing materialistic things, fame and fakeness will get you to an empty place.
It’s far more valuable if someone puts extra blankets on you when you are cold at night than taking you to the most expensive restaurant on the planet. It’s far more valuable to have somebody care for you for who you are rather than how you look. It’s far more valuable to have somebody to laugh with than fake boobs to attract an empty soul.
It’s that kind of rich I want to have. The fame, money and the clothes mean nothing when one is dead. You can be the richest person on the planet but when you die what good does it do to you? What you take with you is your body that has either been looked after or bruised from all unnecessary fake operations. Everyone makes a choice at some point in their lives.