So You Think You Are Authentic?

You know, I’ve got this bunch of posts that dive into the whole “be yourself,” “stick to your convictions,” and “embrace the present” vibes. It’s kind of my thing.

Yet it’s not just a fleeting thought; I often end up exploring why we should confidently shout “FUCK NO!” in different corners of our lives, whether it’s work or, well, just life.

But let me tell you about tonight. There was this sentence that struck me: “Authenticity knows how to choose its own path.” I mean, can you believe the conversations that erupted from that little gem? People chiming in left and right, sharing their thoughts.

Now, when I take a moment to look at my own essence, what stands out is this unapologetic uniqueness that I carry. My approach to life isn’t cookie-cutter, and my perspective is as individual as it gets.

You see, I’ve always had this knack for seeing the world from an outsider’s stance. Imagine this: I’m the dude who contemplates, “Why would extraterrestrials ever touch down on this quaint little backwater planet? Who’d fancy mingling with us, essentially walking-meat creatures?”

And yes, I blame the whole “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” binge for this oddball perspective of mine. But honestly, I continue to gaze upon the world as if I just popped in from outer space. I can’t help but think that if aliens ever did drop by, they’d raise some incredulous eyebrows:

• “You chose that guy as your leader, again?”
• “Wait, you guzzle drinks until you silence the measly 10% of your brain cells that are in use?”
• “You intentionally suck in toxic fumes through a paper tube? Spare me the filter nonsense – give that to the guy who’s immune to your stink!”
• “Any plans to ditch money and opt for global unity and helping one another?”
• “Seriously, with all this mess, you haven’t drowned in your own waste?”
• “We swung by for the dinosaurs – and surprise, they’re still the sharpest tools in your shed?”
• “Hey, where did the Egyptians vanish to? We left them here last time we swung by! Man, those folks knew how to rock!”
• “Wow, you’re dealing with ‘global warming’ instead of a ‘nuclear winter’? Alrighty then, we’re off!”

And with that, they’d vanish into the cosmic ether.

The way I see it, it’s all about straying from the ordinary, looking at life through kaleidoscopic lenses. Break free from that tunnel vision the corporate world wants to shackle us with.

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Life isn’t just about going from bed to kitchen to couch to front door to bus stop to a mundane view from the window, and then looping back – that’s hardly living. Occasionally, sidestep the predictable. Gaze upward. Spin around. Pretend you’re deaf for a day – trust me, you’ll suddenly notice a lot more!

Here’s the kicker – when you dare to do this, the whole world transforms into your personal playground.

You’ll start seeing everything as an extension of yourself. Not just the pavement and rooftops, but how people connect, the shifting expressions on faces, even the way clouds tiptoe across the skyline. You’ll find sunlight where others spot nothing but gray drabness. Your outlook shifts to savoring the poetry in existence, not just the fact that today was pretty much like yesterday and will probably be the same as tomorrow.

And why do I rave about this? Have you ever laid eyes on my architectural snapshots?

It’s all because I’m tuned in to change, the uniqueness in every scene, the fleeting moments and the bigger picture. It’s not just the nitty-gritty details; it’s how my vision breathes life into a space.

Architecture evolves, it’s this magnificent blend of enveloping and projecting. My city, once a dust-laden gallery of monuments, is now a vibrant landscape teeming with vitality. (Well, except for those smoky canisters that add nada but pollution and bad vibes!)

But here’s the thing about authenticity – it demands a price tag that many simply can’t fathom bearing.
Individuality.
Uniqueness.
Now, you might encounter folks who claim, “I’m already my own person,” but the truth is, they often just blend into the background.

Real individualists?
They’re not scared to goof up.
They’ll confidently face the crowd.
Heck, they’re not even in the crowd – they’re out there, doing their own thing, marching to their own beat. While the masses munch on meat pies and chug beer, the individualists might be out in the parking lot, photographing hubcaps or savoring the sight of a woman in a scarlet dress amidst a sea of black suits. These are the souls who cherish their uniqueness, their genuine individuality.

Remember, though, that owning your authenticity comes with a golden rule: know where your beliefs sprouted from, keep tabs on their trajectory, and never forget that change is as certain as the sunrise.

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And here’s the magical bit about authenticity – you can reshape it at will.

Today, you might be all about orange llamas, and tomorrow, you might passionately embrace green bananas. You won’t find yourself entangled in some belief-web; you’ll be open to learning, researching, evolving, and adapting.

At least, that’s how it flows in my world.
So, what’s your take on authenticity?
What makes it dance in your veins?