12.07.17
Dear July,
Today I'm in a noisy cafe eating a chicken and spinach sandwich.
It's been an exhausting several days since I've written. Not because I've been busy, but because I've been too tired to think of anything. I hope that didn't sound too rude. Today I want to write about honesty.
I've been thinking a lot about authenticity and boldness, and I feel that it's important for me to be exactly who I say I am. Your actions are what reflect your true character. I've come to two conclusions on all of this: firstly, that authenticity is simply when you are who you say you are. And secondly, authenticity is no longer authentic.
People write all these super inspiring quotes about being true to yourself and all that jazz, but all this promotion of being authentic is starting to make it lose its real purpose. I feel like its cool and trendy to be 'authentic', but there's a standard imposed on what this authenticity looks like, which means that it's not really authentic at all.
Authenticity is something quiet and completely personal. It's not something that has to be shared with everyone else, because it's about YOU. That's not to say that you shouldn't talk about authenticity, but it is to say that talking about authenticity doesn't make your authenticity any more (or less) real.
So I guess what I've realised, is that authenticity is about honesty. It's about the boldness to be unashamedly yourself, and the honesty to live that out consistently.
It's tough.
It's really tough.
But I'm making a start. Because the thing about these things is that they grow. They GROW and GROW and GROW.
And one day, you don't have to try to be honest and bold, because that is who you are.
Until Tomorrow,
Xx
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Dear July
Non-FictionA poem? A letter? A time capsual? This project is somehwere in between. Inside you'll find the somewhat crytpic but mostly honest musings of a writer, artist and coffee adict. -- These letters are part of a long-term time-capsual project and are u...
