Forgo

Image: The Spruce Eats / Cara Cormack

On her walk back home she saw a woman struggle trying to lift a tv set out of her car. She stopped and asked if she could help. The woman’s bandana had slipped off her head in the attempt to hoist the tv through the car door, displaying a gold earring dangling from one ear. The tv brought to the front door, the woman muttered numerous thank yous before unlocking and pushing the door open, adding she would take it from there. 

Glancing in through the clear window she could see piled up cardboard boxes in an otherwise drab bare room, a sight that filled her with arid thoughts.

Back on her walk home, she purposefully visualised herself getting a cup of tea and a piece of toast lavishly spread with the extra thick cut marmalade she had just purchased and suddenly remembered her favourite soap was soon on.

On arrival she noticed she had forgotten to lock her front door so was thankful to find all seemed to be as she had left it. Kettle boiled, she buttered her toast and spread the marmalade as evenly as she could without being tempted to pile it on too thick. 

She walked over to her usual spot and sat down, retrieving the tv remote which unsurprisingly had slid down the side of the sofa. She clicked it on and sat back to watch her soap which was just about to air. 

In clear sight sat a vase with purple flowers, usually hidden behind the tv. 

Dangling from its neck glistened something golden. 

She allowed her marmalade with orange undertones of warm golden sunshine to take over and to think of nothing else. 

Moral of the story? 

Never regret having helped someone if help you could for you are not to know how they might manage or not manage to help themselves 😉

Like’s consequences.

 … if you’ve had enough of the plastic expressionless faces, the fake pretend to be real eyebrows, the in-your-face fat lips that are I am told like kissing a ‘thing’ not a person ~ then join the club.

Refrain from ticking ‘like’ and sending hearts on posts about celebrities who rely on their plasticity as role models whilst what they in truth invite should rather be compassion for being clear victims of trend dictates. 

Click ‘Like’ only when valuing a celebrity for skills that may have earned them their status not for their ever more plastic appearance serving little other than to blaze a trail for young impressionable people. 

This is damaging on a very broad scale affecting not only people’s appearances but their very spirit and attitude towards life and the essence of living that can only be enhanced through spiritual growth throughout time. 

There’s no denying the advance of plastic surgery is amazing. It can help so many who have serious disfigurements to function better in life. However with plastic surgery readily available for whatever age so long as money is present the good from the practice is overshadowed by the unwholesomeness of it. 

If we lived in a world where people respected balance I would be tempted to leave those who choose to have minor unnecessary tweaks which are barely noticeable and who keep it on the quiet, out of the equation. They do not flaunt it or want praise for it. Their role in society is not governed by it. They are not too different from anyone who chooses to enhance their looks and thus morale without the use of invasive surgery, so for those I say ‘to each their own’. Having said that however, we as a society fail to respect balance and so it must be made very clear that invasive surgery should not be encouraged by ethical surgeons nor by ordinary folk but rather left for whenever it is truly needed. It should not be seen as a tool to correct the diverse wonders of natural appearance functioning perfectly in the first place. 

Meddling with a face and a body or both and permanently changing a person’s features is always going to be accompanied with huge consequences. 

Consequences not for the person alone but for a whole society’s make-up, figuratively speaking. 

So many of us know it but feel helpless to do anything about it. 

It always feels time to say STOP.

And yet the time never comes for it to stop.

Not ticking ‘like’ would just be a start.

Without a balanced outlook in favour of the wholesome attributes of life we have deformity creep in wherever it can and cloud the clarity otherwise unobscured.