I remember my parents saying that when I’d play a little joke on them when I was a kid. These days, everyone looks for a cure-all capsule for whatever ails them. Now, pharmaceutical companies make up illnesses to sell their chemicals. It’s big business, not a little joke anymore.
Our biggest societal sickness is self-hate. We are loved, nurtured and socialized. We see people who have more attractive eyes, can climb higher in a tree, do their hair nicer, have more money, a more desirable body, run faster, possess the voice of an angel. As a result, we combine all these features into one imaginary spectacle and feel inept in every way. I’m too fat, too weak, too dumb, too short to dunk a basketball and we beat ourselves up disgusted at our inferiority. We whip ourselves raw with mental thoughts confirming our inadequacies. And we begin to believe it and that leads to shame and anger. It becomes a self-prophecy. We stop growing, experimenting, or even trying. It’s a snowball gone wild and there is no magic pill. Yet, those around us see our worth, our talent and point it out to us, but we don’t listen. We are certain we are useless and unworthy of the space we take up in our existence. Our brain told us so.
The blame for this not some outside source. We are the ones who collected the information, categorized it and concluded we are despicable. The only cure is not a pill, it is a self-realization that we do have talent to offer and we can contribute to the better good with our own unique flair.
For instance, only I could have written this in this moment of time and space. I am sure others have expressed it more eloquently in the past, but if my words reach just one self-hated spirit and wakes her up to her beauty, then I have done well. It all begins with self-love. It's true, you're a pill! Give it a try, you might just like it, find peace of mind and make a friend for life.