Thought

To be categorized, labeled, grouped, clustered, classed, named, slotted and defined we are a part of society, to others even to our self. In the ways of man we label everything in our world, and if there is not a label we seek one out to define it to shove it in what believe it to be fitting. However we change and reassign because "new" things have been discovered when in reality we never knew all there was to know. This is how we define our lives, trying to fit into a certain group, a subset of beliefs we believe to be ours or ones we think we may want. But in reality we are not stagnant, we change constantly, we age, our thoughts and opinions and beliefs change. Yet we see ourselves in this distorted way of what we were groomed to be seen as ideal even though we do not really believe it. As we grow older we start regretting the past, the choicest we've made or our reactions to things in our past but more than anything we regret hating ourselves for reasons so shallow and distorted.

As much insight as we think we have about our past younger selves we still abuse ourselves for who we are today. Not enjoying who we are today but trying to be thinner, healthier, richer, more successful, and maybe even kinder because we can never be satisfied with what we are today because we are constantly looking backward or forward not in the present. We do not like ourselves in the present even though we swear we are wiser than we were yesterday and surly 10 years ago but in fact we don't want to see who we are today. The lines that do not go away after we smile, the dark sun spots that are scattered around our face and body, the grey hairs that seem to double nightly. The gut that hangs over, the rolls that lay on the back and the jiggle that keeps wiggling long after we've sat down.