I have to admit, I am kind of unique in a breath-catching je ne c’est quoi way. Or at least that’s what seems to be the case based on some weirdo who mimics my every post, witty turn of phrase and personal philosophy.
As an adult, I have come into my own through gritty experience, and the realization that no matter how much I may want it to stop, life goes on, even during the most stressful of times.
My humour, my kindness, and my ferocity have all matured organically as I put one foot in front of the other during this absurd journey we call life.
I can say the same for everyone else that I know and admire. My favourite guys and dolls have had their edges worn smooth like beach glass. Still they maintain personal boundaries, honour their own personal ethics, and stand up for what they believe in.
They need not imitate anyone because they know who they are – most of the time. During those times when they’re not sure, they fake it, and that takes chutzpah. That takes personal style, finesse and courage.
No amount of reading the latest pop-culture-pseudo-spiritual tonic will help you develop into a whole person. Trying to be someone else (even fabulous ol’ me), will only delay your own fulfillment.
Quiet reflection. Deep learning. Never, never, never giving up. These are the things that will gently transform you into a fortress of empathy and fearlessness.