Tuesday, September 20, 2011

You're A Pill


               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.

10 comments:

  1. Let me pour you a libation, dear one, to wash it down.

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  2. Wow Glenn, I think you expressed this better than I have ever read it before. Very eloquent indeed. Now, can you tell me the cure for this self prophetic inadequate image I have of myself?

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  3. I have seen pictures of you and you are the only one who is blind to your inner and outer beauty. Fill the prescription I wrote above, take the medicine for life and sing like a bird when you look in the mirror. This is your cure.

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  4. Well I tried the pills and they didn't work so perhaps I'll try your prescription instead. Although all that butt kicking I'm getting at AW works wonders.

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  5. Mine's organic and comes without side effects like bruising.

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  6. Can you pour me one of those yummy libations as well????? You're hitting 'em outta the park here!!! Awesome post!!!

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  7. Robin, would you like a lime with that? Thanks, I am usually more of an inside the park guy.

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  8. Excellent! I have a special someone that I'm going to forward this on to. thank you...

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  9. Thank you, April. I am honored you find it worthy of sharing. Let's hope it touches your special someone too.

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