We live in the age of con and fakeness

We live in the age of sales, and more sales, and more sales

We witness mere symbols supplant the real thing

Small wonder we are so sceptical

 

We become sceptical

We don’t want a pretty appearance to fool us

We want the value

 

“If its it’s too good to be true — there must be a CATCH”, you say

Alas it’s not so simple

 

Some things appear what they are

Some don’t appear

Some wonderful things just don’t appear good

And some garbage can be made look very pretty

 

You witnessed some ideals have been betrayed, exploited — and now you’re this great mr Sceptic

You fool

To generalise is the antithesis of scepticism

If you assume everything to be a fraud or to fail — then you’re no longer critical, therefore no longer sceptical.

Learn to be sceptical of your own scepticism

 

Learn to be sceptical of your own scepticism

And what you’ll learn that sometimes, the “MERE APPEARANCE” actually conveys a DEEP TRUTH

Alas you fail to see it — because you disregard it as mere appearance, mere veneer, mere embellishment

You assume it’s not genuine

What if it’s real?

What if it’s how THAT PARTICULAR THING actually LOOKS LIKE?

Or what if it CONVEYS something else, beyond the obvious?

 

Consider the generic desire to look good,

Is this a desire to create favourable impression of oneself?

Or could it possibly be just a simple congruence between values one represents, and how they are communicate to the world?

 

Furthermore there’s the third option — it could also be a reflection of striving to be a certain way

Is one the thing they attempt to pass for? No

But could the striving (to become this way) genuine? Yes.

 

It’s strange times we live in, when beauty is betrayed in two completely opposite ways:

-It is rejected, devolved to mere relativity, subjectivity

(a fat person in ugly clothes, a garbage “subjective” work of art, “individual” expression…)

-Or it is appropriated, diverted to being a false representation of something far less beautiful

(a fraudster in a lamborgini. fake tits)

 

How about SIMPLY ACTUALLY BEING BEAUTIFUL?

ACTUALLY STRIVING TO BE BEAUTIFUL?

How about simply actually striving for GREATNESS?

How about simply, unpretentiously, always striving for MORE, not out of greed mind you — but simply out of appreciation for LIFE, for the VAST POSSIBILITIES presented, and for the BEAUTIFUL AND GREAT THINGS which are POSSIBLE indeed?

 

I dare say what we see in this world is a mixture of ALL those seemingly conflicting motives:

-desire to APPEAR a certain way, hope to magically become the thing by merely looking like the thing

-genuine striving to enhance oneself, to become more like that thing, for whatever genuine or conditioned reason

-genuine striving for greatness, genuine appreciation for GREATNESS AND BEAUTY

all of the above — in VARIED PROPORTIONS

 

And for those reasons — when I see the “mere appearance” — I am not immediately bitterly sceptical, no

I appreciate

I appreciate that which fashioned this appearance this way

I appreciate that element of STRIVING, CALLING for greatness, that is behind it

I of course abhor the FAKENESS

But I can also see the genuine striving

And I know if they can’t have the real thing — they get as close an imitation of it as they can

I won’t hold it out against them

 

You’re missing out by being a sceptic

You’re missing out by dubbing all beauty fake and vain

Find your own, “REAL” beauty — or shut the fuck up — and make the best out of what this world is like

Which is a little ugly, a little pretty, a little fake. And a little actually beautiful

Find a little bit of real beauty in the fake

Throw away the rest

And sometimes find REAL BEAUTY in it’s rawest form

 

Be ready to actually espy it, then.

Be ready to actually SEE it then, and not disregard it as mere fake appearance