Inspired!
I believe by now no one has not heard of Susan Boyle.
I am not going to blog about the girl at 1:23 or the middle aged lady at 1:35 who scorned and smirked at Susan's dream because I knew they must be hitting their toes with a hammer every morning in regret. In fact, I feel a little sorry for them because there are so many who scorned and yet they were spared from the merciless capture. Neither am I going to get on with how we should not judge a book by its cover, how body is only a shell (that is so not true, grooming is important) and yadda.
Instead, I would like to ask all of us to learn from Susan, not so much to pursue our dreams, but to have the little faith that each of us so rightly deserve. The courage to stand up for herself, to continue singing despite the earlier snubs by the panel and mockeries from the crowd that she so badly want to sing for... Seriously, how many of us can hold on to beliefs about ourselves. Like a thin and miserly wick, at the end of the day, it is the wick that keeps the flame going, that same wick that has the ability to melt the wax that stubbornly and protectively wraps itself around the wick.
If a body cannot even get recognition from its owner, is there a point in its existence? Do we not deserve happiness because we are far from having a perfect body? Suddenly, it seems like there is no link in there. Build on your theory if you find there to be a link: "I must not be happy because I have flabby arms" or even better, "My wobbly tummy disallows me from being happy" or try this: "My small eyes prevents me from smiling"... and the list goes on as you find these statements increasingly ridiculous. Unless you are a masochist, break away from it.
The wild geese have no intention of casting their reflection. The water does not intend to receive their image. It is what we interpret ourselves that makes us who we are. Love yourself if you want love. Respect yourself if you wish for respect for if you don't, no one else will.
Jacqueline
10:39 PM
