Confused is not a way to describe what I feel about life, for I am not confused about anything. Youthfulness runs through my veins and directs me every day. The problem is that the places it brings me are all wrong. As a young man, the world is in my hands. Everyone tells me constantly, the earth, this massive globe is my oyster and all I have to do is hope there’s a pearl. Every question I ask them results in another question I must ask myself. I have begun to realize, that there is no way to truly satisfy my qualms about my reality but to travel through it incognito. To unveil myself to the world would be fatal. To have the spotlight for just a minute would lead to nothing but Mother Nature, a tigress in her own right to ostracize me using the society I am enveloped with. It appears that my peers are fine with grinding away at their existence being fake in order to please the swanky sect of society and ‘advance’ themselves. Maybe that is what life truly is and maybe that is why I’ll never understand it. When we’re young we are so free and so individualistic. The girl wearing her favorite pigtails in the school yard never once thought of putting her hair down like the other girls until she arrived at the age in which the boisterous crowds of adolescents scrutinized her. Once she put her hair down though she was friends with those same girls, the ones that tormented her. They say you’re allowed to be whoever and whatever you want to be, and no one will stop you as long as you don’t break laws. There is so much more to that promise though, so many different aspects of it. If you want to be a legitimate person there are other rules. You can’t be a real person until you become phony, that’s one of the catches. They will never force you to play a part in the Matinee but they will certainly remind you that if you don’t take a part in the play you’re destined to forever rot in the audience. You can act blasé and apathetic but it doesn’t help you it just marginalizes you. That is why life as a young adolescent is so sporadic. Our lives as children are where we are free to be ourselves and live without the burdens of maturity and pressures of becoming part of a society filled with adults who know nothing more than what they’ve been told their entire lives. I do not seek to join the ranks of mindless men who become slaves to their impulses and even worse, slaves to the social contract they make. Conformity is my greatest fear and it is also what forces me adrift, with no direction. I do not look upon the people I interact with condescendingly I simply look at them with confusion. I can act suave when I have to, I could play the lead role if I wanted to. I’d rather not though. Instead I would rather be a martyr for my cause and show people why being you should not be a moral crime. No one should be judged for their pursuits, only their character. I do not fear isolation if it is the key to my mental sanctity. Life should be more than waiting for someone else to tell you who you are. But it will not be. Too many people are completely afraid of themselves and are not strong enough to handle what they are and all they are capable of. That would require independence, and in order for us to be independent we must feel confident. Humans are so diverse yet that is why we are so volatile. Conformity is merely a tool of hateful people to bully that which they are not comfortable with. The moment you accept yourself though, the ability to accept everyone else for what they are becomes accessible. So maybe I am not in the wrong places. Maybe I have been brought to all of the right places all along. I will never know the feeling of being accepted but I will never be brought down with the weight of being ordinary. That is the shame of it all, truly. No one is ordinary but everyone is really good at acting like they are. Sometimes the people that are called insane are actually the most stable, but it is easier to force one person into submitting to the will of society then letting that one person change the foundation that has been built.
Daniel Barreto is a freelance artist from Guadalajara, Mexico, currently living and studying in Boston, MA. Working from traditional to digital and the combination of both, he wishes to express beauty in general and the interaction between our psychology and nature. Dreams are the greatest inspiration for Daniel Barreto, and he is keeping a visual diary of his dreams in which he draws every morning. Please follow artist’s Tumblr for more discoveries (Interview with artist by Artchipel Apr-2013)
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I’m reality tumblr is 70% teenage girls posting corny things and basking in their self proclaimed wittiness. Still better then Facebook.
things to never make fun of:
- mental illnesses
- eating disorders
have you ever looked at your gf/bf and thought
how did i get so lucky
"And Timmy still can’t get a girlfriend…"
This has reunion with John Mayer written all over it
Nothing but a sign of wealth.