Say Less, Act More

 It's me, back again and ready for another word vomit of my thoughts into a blog post. All I have to say is, this shit is hard. Life is hard. Trying to find inspiration and inspire yourself, it's hard. But, I have also came to the realization, that I am so fuckin lucky.  I recently finished the new series " Maid" on Netflix, and I definitely cried my eyes out at 7 am this morning because the whole reality of the show really hit home with me. In the show, ( if you haven't watched it yet) it dives into the life of a young family, and the girl is coming to the realization she is being emotionally abused. It shows her struggles of finding a job, figuring out how to start over all while having life beat the crap outta her. But, there are many good parts. The parts that show her resilience, the parts that show her breaking down, and the parts that show people coming together. I thought to myself while watching this show, " what do I have to complain about?" I

 Have you ever wondered why we look up to people just because they have more money than us, and live in a bigger house than us. Why we idolize people who are literally just people like us, but have starred in our favourite movie or wrote our favourite song. I mean, don't get me wrong, I catch myself constantly looking at other people on social media and wishing my skin was as clear as theirs, or I could afford the clothes they wear. But, the reality of it all is, why do we idolize people for what they have over who they are?  I solely believe our societal ways are straight up, screwed up. Our natural instinct to save, have more, have the best, comes from out ancestors who didn't have food that could be delivered by a random person. They didn't have a bank, to loan them money, to have a roof over their heads. But, we do. So why are still made to feel like what we have is never enough? The people of those big government agencies and billion dollar corporations are THRIVING, a

Growing up, I always used to watch movies. We were too poor to afford cable, so what did we do? We filled an entire storage room with movies. Now, I look back at how something so simple, a blimp really in the grand scheme of things, impacted me and who I am now so tremendously. I catch myself driving and giving myself free time to let my mind wander, and I am graced with the reality that movies aren't real. The stories, they aren't real. The characters, they.are.not.real. So why do I consistently catch myself comparing my life to them? Why do I feel like I will never be good enough because my high school didn't randomly burst into song or because my first boyfriend didn't pick me up in his shiny new red mustang? The reality I am faced with is, I am comparing myself to these versions of life because I am making a conscious effort to not appreciate my own. I appreciate a sunset on an Instagram page over a sunset that comes and goes right outside my window every night. I a