In Momentary Afflictions, Be. Renee Zellweger.

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All is well in our deepest longings, truth, meaningless, presents.

We seek what escapes us, what is momentary, status, symbols, reputation, what others think of us, it is all in vain. All of it is in vain if we do not have a strong anchor to who we really are.

When we leave all that we know, our culture, our people, our family even, we realize that happiness derives from within, from embracing the moments. And if not now, then when? Should we wait until we have it all together, until society deems our present situation redeemable? Until our community thinks we have made it? Until stability seems steady, sturdy? Until we have succeeded to climb up higher into the darkness of corporations and societal success? Until when will we let go and escape, find what we really want in life?

Some of us will never question what and why.

We will never escape into the woods, turn off electricity or connectedness to find our true connectivity. What keeps us alive, what fuels us, it’s definitely not looking at a celebrity (Renee Zellweger) who had plastic surgery. We are so concerned about what the celebrities are doing, we don’t look deeper. Isn’t it time that we question why depression and a sense of depravity has clouded our communities? Instead of judging people for changing their outer appearance, isn’t it time we have compassion on them or perhaps ask ourselves the same questions?

Why is it that people are killing themselves due to depression and why is it that people feel like they have to change themselves to please the judgements of our communities? 

And hasn’t it worsened, because they tried to change their faces, they have been judged even MORE.

I have one word for our society, fucked up. And I beckon that we look within ourselves to see what’s growing there.

Please, look at our own hearts, our own words, the condition of our own soul.

So on a more prose note, OMG, I thought that Reneee had died by the facebook feeds. Seriously, turns out she just had plastic surgery. It was grotesque to read what people were writing about her while I’m here in Czech.

Letting go is not easy, but letting go, can be fun, can be freeing.

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