“When I grow up I want to be Allan Shore. Note, I did not say be LIKE Allan Shore, I said be him.” Many of my friends can call me on that quote, I have probably said those words more times than I can count. It’s crazy though how he can get up and give a long speech and all over sudden a murder isn’t that bad, or how his ever so charming self always wins over the ladies. Then two days later I want to be Charlie Harper, the laid back gentleman who makes his money by working in a studio for more or less 2 hours a day but makes millions. Soon after I might want to be Dr. Greg House so I will go around calling everyone idiots and treating them like crap. These tv characters leap out of your screen though don’t they? They are as large as life itself, in fact scratch that, they are larger than life. They go around doing whatever they want to do and having their own way with things and in comparison our lives seem, well, dull (or ordinary to say the least). We feel incomplete, like their glitz and glamour is where we need to be, is missing from our oh-so-normal lives.
We search for fame and fortune like they are goals, and in our search for them we fail to realise that fame and fortune are nothing but tools, which when used appropriately may define our future. Like the budding artist who works to look for paint, only to realise that paint is but a tool that is in need of a canvas and upon finding this canvas then discovers that he must work to create a master piece upon it. And just like this artist we too must realise that fame and fortune are but tools that aid while we paint the masterpiece of our self image upon the canvas of other’s minds. Where all can view and criticise and say ‘that is a nice painting’ for what is a painting worth if it is kept in a cellar or an attic away from view? And what are we worth if we cannot put ourselves out there to be viewed and criticised by others? They say a man is judged by what he does in the dark, I agree, however, a man also to be judged by what he brings to light, what he portrays as a good image because this will be what this man sees as good or admirable. Just as a painting is judged by its brushwork, a man, his works.
But is it that simple? Can you judge a man by his works and leave it at that? I mean there are people who have been brought up properly and rebelled and have the best possible 2nd face, but are wolves in sheep skin, those who have mastered the art of deception to a fault. So maybe what I am driving at this week is why bother judging? Anais Nin said “We don’t see things as they are, we see things as we are.” So if we see things as is our being then why stress ourselves? Accept them, move on, do not struggle to change them, and they won’t change you.