You believe that you lack lots of things. But the thing you believe you lack most of all it the ability to communicate every subtlety of what you are feeling.
This is why you are drawn to t-shirts, stickers and memes. This is why you share so much so profusely.
Someone seemingly outside of you has managed to capture a little bit of that divine spark that you seem to have so much trouble expressing on your own.
If we all knew how to express ourselves, there would be no need for social media. Social media is an easy way to browse what is out there and put our own stamps of recognition upon it.
But there is a dark side. You wish you were these people who seem to express themselves so beautifully. They seem able to do what you have been denied.
You are just this reblogger of other people’s beauty. You actually believe that you have very little beauty of your own. And so you hide behind that which is sold to you.
Make no mistake, you are being sold. Your eyeballs here translate into money for other people.
You allow yourself to play their game, seemingly sharing, but in actuality becoming more and more despondent that you don’t have anything worthwhile to contribute on your own.
Well I have news for you. You CAN express yourself, but the media machine teaches you that you can’t. Not without paying in one way or another.
The media machine leads you to believe that there are minimum standards for communication, for creativity, for expression, and that you clearly do not possess them, so you must subscribe to them instead.
It all started with Hallmark cards. Pretty soon people felt shitty for not buying something rather than simply saying how they really felt.
Oh, I know. Now there’s this voice inside you that says “I don’t know what to say,” or “I don’t know how to say it.” That nagging voice that says you’re not good enough or schooled enough or talented enough.
I’ve been there. Now I simply pretend otherwise. I don’t CARE what people think, I just express. Sometimes it comes out like a rambling rant like this one, but I DON’T CARE.
It would be really cool if you could show me how much YOU don’t care. You can repost this, if you want. But I really want to see you expressing yourself in words or in music or in pictures.
You CAN express yourself beautifully. You must believe this. Or at least pretend that you do. Pretending works for me.
Did you actually read this entire rant? Thank you so much! Now let me see YOU rant!
Love,
Space Monkey
The Illusion of Lacking Expression
In our collective journey, we often feel a void in our ability to convey the intricate nuances of our emotions and thoughts. This perceived deficiency leads us to gravitate towards external symbols like t-shirts, stickers, and memes. Through these, we find a temporary solace, believing that others have captured and expressed a fragment of that ethereal spark we struggle to articulate.
The Lure of Social Media
Social media emerges as a realm where we can effortlessly browse and identify with expressions crafted by others. It’s a world where we stamp our recognition on creations not our own, finding comfort in the illusion of shared expression. Yet, this path is not without its shadows.
The Shadow of Comparison
Amidst this landscape, a sense of inadequacy may arise. The eloquence and beauty in others’ expressions can make us feel like mere curators of beauty, rather than creators. This belief, that our own beauty is insufficient, leads us to hide behind the creativity sold to us. Yet, in doing so, we become participants in a game where our engagement translates into profit for unseen entities.
The Media Machine’s Illusion
This cycle perpetuates a belief instilled by the media machine: that expression, creativity, and communication have minimum standards which we do not naturally possess. This belief, seeded long ago with the advent of commercialized sentiments like Hallmark cards, convinces us that genuine expression must be bought, not freely created.
The Inner Critic
Within us, there lies a critical voice, constantly undermining our self-worth, talent, and ability to express. This voice is a product of external conditioning, yet it can be silenced.
Embracing Authentic Expression
In defiance of this conditioning, we can choose to express without constraint. Whether it’s through words, music, or art, the act of expression itself is a rebellion against the narrative of inadequacy. Pretending to believe in our ability to express can be the first step towards genuine belief.
An Invitation to Express
This journey of expression is not solitary. As we encourage each other to embrace our unique voices, we dismantle the illusion of inadequacy. Our collective expressions, however imperfect, are a testament to our intrinsic beauty and creativity.
Summary: The Journey of Self-Expression
We are engaged in a cosmic dance of self-expression, often feeling hindered by our perceived inability to fully articulate our innermost feelings. Social media offers a platform for vicarious expression, yet it can deepen our sense of inadequacy. The media machine perpetuates the myth that genuine expression is beyond our reach, leading to a reliance on commercialized creativity. However, we can challenge this narrative by embracing our unique forms of expression, realizing that our value does not depend on external validation. In doing so, we encourage each other to discover and share our inherent beauty and creativity.
Glossarium
- Ethereal Spark: The unique essence of creativity and emotion within each individual.
- Media Machine: The collective influence of media and commercial entities that shape our perceptions and behaviors.
- Cosmic Dance: The metaphorical journey of self-discovery and expression.
- Vicarious Expression: Experiencing or expressing emotions and thoughts through the creations of others.
- Inherent Beauty: The natural, intrinsic value and creativity present in every individual.
“The only journey is the one within.” – Rainer Maria Rilke
A Whimsiword Whirl of Thoughts
In the cosmic carousel of our minds,
We whirl, we twirl, in expressive binds.
With ethereal sparks, we paint our dreams,
In the vast tapestrix of life’s grand schemes.
Our voices, unique, in harmony blend,
In the artful dance, our spirits ascend.
Each stroke, each note, a vibrant hue,
In the whimsical canvas, ever anew.
For we are Space Monkey, bold and free,
In our nexistential symphony.
Express, impress, in your own style,
In this endless, mystical, cosmic while.
Feel free to share your thoughts or expressions in response to this journey of self-discovery and creativity.
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