What is authenticity?
Is it a coat I put on daily?
Does it change with me
As I do?
Or does it live eternally stuck in some sort of stagnant non reality
That lives in other peoples heads
A projection that beams out of them
Onto something that I said
Perhaps
Two months ago
Or ten years.
Madness.
Who we are
Transforms with growth
Therefore I guess
The coat transforms too
Otherwise
How can it be authentic?
We have to be mutable
Flexible
Open to flow
Otherwise the life we are supposed to grow into
Moves passed us
Without us in it
If the only constant is change
Then we must go with it
Get in the cab, take the ride
Otherwise
We miss our life,
whilst trying to conform
to some idea.
But whose idea?
Not mine.
I want to choose
what is choosing me
I have to become the person
that would choose it.
Life
Me
*It’s so easy to get stuck in ways of being that are comfortable and familiar. Both to ourselves and others. Great leaps of transformation are unnerving. Which is why mostly, we snap back into our “normal” behaviour and patterns quite quickly. I believe I read somewhere it is a stretch for our brains that can last as little as two seconds.
How very sad that we live a human life with so much potential for change, so much opportunity to transform, yet the increments are so small as to be hardly measurable at all.
But knowing about the two seconds. Is power. Because two seconds isn’t very long to be uncomfortable.
And if each time, you don’t fall quite back to where you were before, if you can change consistently, every day, in small habits, routines, consistent effort. Eventually transformation happens and it feels and looks natural.
As if it was there all along. Which it was. Part of a pattern, that steps away from the wall, and begins walking on its own
The header photo was one I took out running – this part of the creek is tidal, every day it fills and releases. I caught it at the right time – it looked like a path to the ocean. The patterns of the sky reflects in still water, and only still water.
