A Meticulously Crafted Garb for Inner Complexities

Unfiltered, well, figuratively only. It’s tedious to go about relentlessly explaining yourself to others. Perhaps, it would be easier to be who we are if we could only be brutally honest about our intentions and judgments, regardless of their consequences.

The restrained fraction of validation sought from the acceptance and adulation of others conceivably compensates for our need to ponder and look within ourselves.

At this juncture, the only thought that strikes my murky mind is that humans possess an invariable capacity to internalize; this not only involves the internalization of events, actions and behaviours effectuated by stimuli but also transcends what appears to the eye.

A great deal of internalization is accentuated, but do we ever reckon the vitality of externalization through the mounting processes involved in the composition of our thoughts that unfailingly drive our emotions?

Our emotions exhibit and constitute the hues of our spirit; conserving a faulty appearance and guarding our authentic selves by withholding emotions is a rejection of our being.

The means to achieve a utopic sense of sense of self is hence, nullified. Emotions are deemed trivial during the course of our ostensibly absurd lives; filled with the drudgery of trials and tribulations that we willingly succumb to.

We thrive on the impression of becoming ‘good’, or in our idealism of perceiving, preaching and incubating the practices of those intents. But where does the process of stimulating introspection commence? Within?

Perhaps, the answer to this lies in an unapologetic self-expression that forms the foyers of your being. Understand yourself, your actions, your intents and your directions.

Abstain from seeking hollow validation from the approval of others. To be true to others, we first need to be true to ourselves.