Our ideas of what is beautiful change throughout our lives. I imagine that when I was a baby anything that looked like a giant mommy boob and warm safe arms were the most beautiful things in the world. For some men, this never changed. My lust for the sexy rebellious boy faded when he was living with his parents, drinking the same beer in the garage, re-living the glory days with his friends, 10 years later. When I was pregnant I thought pregnant women were the epitome of beauty. Now they kind of scare me cause they are everywhere here... I feel like I'm living in a breeding colony. Now I see skin cancer where I used to see a beautiful tan. I once thought that John was the most beautiful man ever... ha ha... I won't go there... you get the point.
I imagine as we mature it is natural for us to grow and change and our ideas of what is beautiful will too. We, in theory, become less superficial the older we get.
I suppose this is similar to the way our taste in music, food, clothing, furniture… changes over the years.
But is it normal to have a paradigm shift practically every day? Sometimes multiple times in one day? Is it ok for the way you see things/the world around you to change so often?
My friend asked me a couple of days ago if I get sick of the issues that life has presented me with. We were talking about our upcoming trip to the states and how I needed to work out my meds so I don’t run out when I’m there. I told her that it wasn’t bothering me right now. I had to ask myself when that changed. I remember not to long ago being very put-up with dealing with the same shit for so many years…
living on the San Andres fault of paradigm shifts... coming soon to a blog near you...
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