What bothers me about being authentic is the judgemental eyes. The sideway glances and side eyes do nothing to disguise their feelings. Who doesn’t like to admire their own reflection? Perfectly paired outfits with coiffed hair and a winged eye. I think that is what makes me love the vintage era. Without mainstream media and accessibility more time was spent attending to self and family.
Sometimes society though sings another song. Sometimes it is easier to live in a world with little or no expectations but then that is all we will ever be. Wouldn’t you rather be a continuous work in progress than a shell of a person you were destined to be.
So where do we live if the past makes us sad and our future makes us anxious. Can we live in the moment, under lockdown without going crazy?