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Just a little essay I wrote

How would your life be different if you stopped allowing others to poison your day with their opinions? So many people use opinions of others as a backbone of support, even if their opinions are everything but inspiring. People of today become almost dependent on acceptance, and this way of living may have tragic consequences on humanity, or what is left of humanity, if you will.
Through experiences within different places, different cultures and different people, I can conclude that being accepted is not worth what you lose in the process. I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others. The temptation is always there, like the forbidden fruit, unfortunately just like the forbidden fruit, you chance losing your wonderful Eden within yourself upon giving in to temptation.
As Chuck Palahnuik said, “Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.” To a certain extent, this is true, but it is up to me as a person to decide upon how everyone I’ve ever known affects who I am today, and to what extent. Over the years I have met people who try hard to resist the forbidden fruit; they try hard not to give up their opinions and passions, and sadly most fail, either by default or by choice. I spent years wondering why it is so hard to be yourself. The answer is simple - When you’re different, sometimes you don’t see the masses of people who accept you for who you are; all you notice is the person who doesn’t, and this is ultimately scary. Humans of today desperately want to be liked by everybody around them. The idea of being liked by everyone sparks a need within us; it is human nature, but how deep can one go into denial against oneself in order for this fantasy to be true? Personally, I don’t want everyone to like me; I should think less of myself if some people did. One question stays on my mind constantly: Is it worth downgrading yourself at a young age to impress those around you, only not to be able to upgrade back to your original self when the opportunity comes around to impress people worthy of your true self? My answer is no; I will not be false to myself at any stage of my life, because it scares me to think that after a certain point there is no turning back. People get used to pretending, their thoughts become someone else’s opinions, up to a point where too much damage has been done and a cycle of mass production of ‘normal’ falls into place - One by one, the once-original human beings become caught up in the vicious idea of acceptance, and to put in mildly, humanity suffers extensively. What can one achieve when they are accepted for someone who isn’t really them? Nothing extraordinary. Yet, there seems to be a strange satisfaction for those people. It seems as though, although miserable, they are satisfied, because upon exiting their Eden and giving in to temptation they have achieved acceptance, which is what at one point they truly wanted. Most people like you for who you pretend to be. To keep it this way you keep pretending. You love being liked by people who you aren’t particularly fond of yourself. People put on an image, and sadly, they get used to their image, they grow attached to their mask. They forget all about who they really are, and if you try and remind them, they hate you, as if you are trying to steal their most prized possession.

"You tilt your head back. You breathe. When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain."
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"All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair."
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"One of the cruellest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you really do."
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