Genuinely, yours.


So there's this desperate need I've observed in people, especially those who are not really close to you, to want to assume your entirety from knowing very few aspects about you. Now, though this makes it extremely easy for  wannabes to impress anyone in the beginning, the reality will eventually surface. Isn't that the reason why we love to take time in knowing someone? 

I think the most easiest thing to do is to impress and get impressed by aspects such as looks, the show of money, power, the presentation of something while it may not be so. And that is why the most beautiful thing I've seen in genuine humans is that they just don't try hard. Because there is always someone or something that will be better than you. Even the richest man has competition and the most explosive scientific theories still remain open to scrutiny. So why is it that we expect things to be any different for ourselves, most of us being rather ordinary beings? Is being happy for yourself, loving yourself and at the same time being totally happy for others such a difficult thing to do? 

A truly wealthy man will never talk about how much wealth he has. A conventionally beautiful girl or boy will always carry himself or herself effortlessly. An intelligent person will not indulge in gossip or small talk and never pretend to be a know-it-all. And a good heart will continue doing good without talking about it. 

So many factors account to the forming of one person. And it is outrageously possible for someone to be drastically different from what they seem. But there can be no alternative to genuineness. You either have it. Or you don't. 

To explore the different sides of a person, whether genuine or not, need a lot of time. Depending on if we love them or not, we could decide if we want to invest that time. But humans are multidimensional. And that's the wonder of being. That explains my love for people who may not be perfect. But I always save my love for those who are genuine. No exceptions, there. 

I am not the same person I must have been five years ago. Heck, sometimes I'm not the same as yesterday. So how can anyone claim to know me, if I am bound to evolve with each passing day? Each passing day, each side of you, sees the light of the sun. Probably the best thing to do is face the sunshine with kindness and a beautiful heart. 

And maybe just BE instead of being a wannabe. The world is not dumb. They will know the difference. They always do. Sooner or later.

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