self-discovery
Supritha S and
self-discovery
Supritha S and
If you want to decipher who you are, it’s good to begin with the question of what stories have been told about you. Do this not because they are true but because they will help you locate the mirages and their origins. They will help you rend mask from flesh. They may also help you grab hold of something real.
Time to reconsider how we look at work. Holley's deep dive into this area highly resonates to that of my own path and questions I pose around what it means to feel fulfilled and authentic in the work that we do. She has come to know work as: "A lifelong devotion, to deliberation and transcendence of myself, my family and community, and society at large. What that contribution looks like shifts over time, and the action or inaction within that contribution can be grand gestures or small simple deeds - that's the beauty of it." She describes her current work resembling a manifesto: To honor self-acceptance as the antidote to the allure of external validation. To cherish and express my uninhibited creative expression and honour my weirdness, whether it makes me money or not. To share the unfolding of my story, the triumphs, the falls, the lifts, the climbs in artful, honest ways that challenge people to not turn away from themselves.
Have you ever told a lie and then forgot it was a lie? When you tell a story for long enough, you begin to believe it. We adorn ourselves with any number of distractions from self.
Simone Weil said, “Man only escapes from the laws of this world in lightning flashes. Instants when everything stands still, instants of contemplation, of pure intuition, of mental void, of acceptance of the moral void. It is through such instants that he is capable of the supernatural.” I don’t yet know about the word only, but I think there is a
... See moreAny love we receive while wearing the mask only affirms the belief that unmasked, we are indeed unlovable. Our shame is not resolved. It expands. Any affirmation we receive as mirages only keeps our true selves lurking in empty corridors, longing for touch. Illusions of self do not merely make for lonely souls; they make for hated ones.