The Joke of Hollywood
There is a truly remarkable phenomenon in my industry... Vapid, self-obsessed, self-loathing. Narcissism at it's core is hatred of self. Rarely can we see to the heart of the matter with such people however, because they are masters of disguise imitating life as the master thespians of old. Yes, I'd say there are greater performances off screen than there are on anymore.
The sad part of this is the exponential rate of growth in fear-based self-promotion versus love based concerned action. Social media has high-lighted this depravity, and yet, it seems to have seeped into our everyday lives like a slow poison of which we're unaware. As it kills us (the light within, not our physical bodies) over time we are gradually more and more desensitized to the hold it takes on us.
As we grow ever more vapid and materialistic, we see nothing wrong with our plight because it is what we are taught. Hollywood teaches the on-looking eye that "it's all about me, me, me". Look at "me" doing this, look at "me" doing that. Tweet, tweet. OMG Facebook me. You, like totally have to Instagram that.
Now don't get me wrong, I understand 'sharing is caring' but it's the nature of 'what' we're sharing which has me greatly concerned. If the most important topic we have to talk about is the new dress we bought from Neiman's or the hot car we can't afford but couldn't live without then when does the projection stop? Will it not just escalate? Will we not just grow worse and avoid 'growing' altogether?
I am not upset per se, but it does affect me (it is the topic of many a conversation between me and my wonderful man whose insight has taught me much). It affects me because I compare the pollution of our world directly to the pollution of our minds.
We project our realities. What we put forth returns unto us. If this is so, are we not damning ourselves? Are we not manifesting a destructed planet as we blindly continue on this downward spiral? We're manifesting and projecting the world our children are to live in. To me... That's a very scary thought.
What if we committed to projecting one kind thing everyday? What if we choose to manifest even one thought of positivity towards a fellow human in a day's time? What if we reminded ourselves of at least one thing for which we are grateful each night before bed? Could we, perhaps, begin to counteract our own selfish self-loathing (we don't know it's self-loathing because of our friend named "Denial")? Could we begin a small movement which gains momentum in its graciousness and appreciation for the gift of life itself?
Gratitude must be the key. Only when we lose sight of what we have does the suffering begin.
"Happiness is wanting what you have."
Let's remember that 'breathing' is a wonderful thing. Let's remember that 'seeing' is a gift not all of us are lucky enough to have. Let's be ever mindful that we could lose it all in a moment, so appreciate the important parts and enjoy the rest... Just not at the expense of the globe.
Be responsible for the energy you bring into this world. Energy never dies. So let's take one moment a day to create something beautiful and even more important still, share that beauty with one another.
I send you so much love. I send you my emanating light. May its warmth encompass you and may healing begin across the planet right here, right now. May healing begin today. Where love is fear cannot be. Where light is darkness must flee.