My friend and I had a discussion about the reality of the world.
I was trying to say that we are judged first on how we look, and only one type of beauty is appreciated in this world. It's a reality. And I had to accept that. I didn’t want to kid myself.
She said, yes, that may be how the world is today. But I believe that it isn’t right. I believe that the world can change. That’s not what I believe, and I refuse to see the world in that way. And maybe that’s incredibly unrealistic and terrible of me. Maybe that’s crazy. Maybe no one else believes me. But it’s better than just accepting that terrible truth and degrading yourself that way. It's better than not trying to change.
And I was suddenly reminded--
the greatest, most magnificent people are who they are because they thought differently. They didn’t question the crazies-- they questioned tradition. They didn’t accept it. They changed things. They thought of ideas light years ahead of themselves and changed the world.
I smiled, because I was suddenly reminded of what gave me hope for so long. And it gave me back the faith and spirit that I have been lacking all this year. And I thanked her for it.
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