Unhealthy Lessons
At some stage, we started learning about concepts
like approval and rejection. For our own good, of course. We learned about
winning and losing. Smart and stupid. Success and failure. Pretty and ugly. We
learned that our face could open doors. Or close them. We learned that our
singing and dancing could be judged. Scored. Until then, we didn’t know
that our paintings could be good or bad. It had never occurred to us and we
simply didn’t think in those terms. We painted because we loved to paint. There
was joy in what we did. We didn’t compare our masterpiece with anyone else’s
art. In fact, we didn’t know what a comparison was.
We had to learn that too.
Somewhere along the way, we developed a new skill:
worrying.
We learned to worry about how we looked. What we wore.
Our hair. What people thought. Somehow, we learned that we needed the approval
of others. We came to understand that our singing, dancing and painting
might actually be terrible. Over night, the instinctive, the innocent and the
joyful was replaced with the calculated, the insecure and the anxious.
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