I rebelled because they couldn’t see me. I rebelled because I wanted to distinguish myself from the flock. I rebelled because I needed some place to channel my aggression. I rebelled because I thought it made me cool to be an outsider. I rebelled because it felt safer to be feared. I rebelled because the mainstream world didn’t honor my authentic self. I rebelled because Jimmy Dean rebelled and I liked his leather jacket. But then I realized that I wasn’t actually getting anywhere by rebelling. In fact, I was actually perpetuating my powerlessness by defining myself through the eyes of the world. I was allowing the eyes of other to establish my value. Better to define ourselves from the authentic self outward, than from the external world inward. Better to rebel against image as a defining principle. Our worth is a function of our authenticity. Little else matters.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 23:15:24 +0000
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