There was a
time when you and I didn’t worry about stuff.
Any
stuff.
Remember
those days?
Me neither.
Well, we
might not remember but it’s true. We didn’t worry about what people thought of
our appearance, our weight, our reputation, our clothes or our faults. In fact,
we didn’t even know we had faults. That was something we had to learn.
Apparently.
Back then we
made great friends because they happened to be playing in our sandpit,
living over our fence or sitting in our classroom; not because they met certain
religious, social, physical or financial criteria.
We didn’t
evaluate them, we just appreciated them. We didn’t care about ticking boxes but
we did like playing in them. Especially if they were cardboard. There was a
time when happiness was our default setting. Our natural state. Sure, we had
our moments but happiness was never far away. Smiling, laughing and
playing were instinctive. Normal.
And
then something happened.
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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