Flexure, Photo by BradensEye

Internal versus external compliance is a science of strife. There’s this hassle to perform based on what’s operating outside of ourselves. Society or an individual whom you care about urges you to do something you’re not sensing is quite right for you, or at least not in the now. On many occasions, I catch myself in this flood of emotional blood taking over my language responses or my actions. I’ll convey for someone what they want to hear, just to appease their inflated voice or come-hither intonation. They’re not backing down, so I begin backing off from my truth. Sporadically, I’ll even obey the prompt from that with which I’m completely disagreeable. The biology of bending comprises how much you’re able to strut your own flexure texture. No matter people cheerleading or things scantily going your way, you having the class to amass an abundance of authenticity is your personal gospel gravy.

Hermits have no peer pressure. ~Steven Wright

An erosion of self is too easily achieved by claiming a path meant for another. It can actually be quite scary for our physique. I juxtapose it as drought may be to anyone in need of water. You’re less likely to survive very long without your host of bona fide being. When we remove our certainty we become susceptible to destruction. Yet, that’s the irony. Others are continually reaching for comrades of connection. We brazenly to inadvertently solicit playmates to legitimize our deeds. My cousin thinks choosing chunks of the day for surfing heightens the idea of swell to sterling levels. So, if I’m on a medicinal melanoma breather from similar beloved breaks tumbling, I find his proclamations for me to rejoin the cult of oceanic stoke extra forceful. Sometimes your hook is the same as mine. But, the arch of each distinct creature comes with its respective peculiar possession of purity.

I’ve been having a hellavu time singing my preferred tune for ages. On the one hand, sticking to my guns is an arsenal for my inner renegade who’ll forever seek the flip side. While there’s evenly an element of my constitution aiming to please the public at large due to some cosmetic character default. The curves of learning aren’t nearly as fun as the ones Formula 1 car racers make theirs out to be. Though, I always wish that I could speed up the process of a lesson crashing into my atmospheric attitude when off-kilter. That slow burn of a cautious warning then turning into a sermon of serious schooling can be a gratitude-poaching grenade. It’s taken me thousands of moons to meet the realization that I rarely enjoy somebody telling me what to do, yet I intensely hunger to be supported in most of my choices. Enter ~ the invitation to trounce limitations and admit manifestation mentality.

You can feel it in your mind
Oh, you can do it all the time ~
MGMT, Electric Feel

We’re burdened by the compression of popular captivity. Under duress, the community calls upon us to copy its lead. However, what’s working for you could be the ruin of me. I’m sure you’ve confronted the evasive tangle of why an identical personality can deliver drama to one and love to another. Stop stressing to create an impression wherever you’re slighted. I praise that it’s far better to struggle in your niche than recess in your regression. The quest to adhere to any traditional path needn’t be what it’s cracked up to appear. That said, my rant isn’t knocking any of our abidances compared to my provocation for preserving your preferences variety over the determination of anything he, she, or they might say. Avow to elope with the slope of your decisions. Hold your yes or no, and even your maybe, baby, closely. The diligence of remaining resolute is a salute to the spirit of your uniqueness.

Following our tilt to the hilt is embodiment empathy. You’re drawn toward or repelled by those selections which match the scripture of your sway. The algorithm of honesty ought only ask for the condition of fact. Still, the contempt of fiction gambles accordingly. To pattern our contours as impeccably fair versus warped is a relic of material subjective humanity. Nonetheless, artifacts of sincerity rise in every era. I’ve grown into this group candidly. The catalyst for my second act is to author furthest agency for my narrative. Lean into your intrigue. Measure the arc of your dominion by the strength of your smiles. Your willingness to wrap yourself with integrity regardless of whatever may be found flanking you injects your original orchestration. The distance of liberation reflects a marathon maxim the more we agree to allow autonomy. We are unsurpassed in our agenda through the quality of sacred acceptance.

May your life’s design pursue whichever shapes you yearn to make.

LOVER of life. Especially people, places, philanthropy and photography.

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