As a normal human being, I too, have many insecurities. I always think, "Boy, I wish I could have her hair," or "My, how I want a figure like that" and I try to think of the things I could do to become that way, because once I have those perfect abs, then, THEN is when I will be happy.
But today, a funny thought came to me, at a funny time, indeed. While sitting in my monotonous anthropology lecture class, I, for some reason began to play with one of my teeth, and noticed with my pointer finger how oddly traingular both of my "fang" teeth really are. And I became so disturbed at this thought, that I started imagining myself with a chisle, filing down my teeth so that I could have the most perfectly shaped smile. And at the same time I was imagining this, a girl in my class raised her hand and began making a very excellent point to the professor about something that isn't even relevant now. But as this was happening, I became so jealous and thought how badly I wish I could think that way.
And because these two incidents happened simultaneously, I had a bit of an epiphany. What I realized is, that even if we humans did have the power, to paint, thin, chisle, cut, erase, or liposuck our every flaw and make ourselves into exactly how we think we should look or be, there would still be someone with better ideas of what they could make themselves into. Someone that would think of a cooler hairstyle or a better body type.
Even with the power to do absolutely anything we wanted, we would be unhappy. And as humans, we ought stop wishing we could be and have other and "better" things, because we will then, never be satisfied.
But today, a funny thought came to me, at a funny time, indeed. While sitting in my monotonous anthropology lecture class, I, for some reason began to play with one of my teeth, and noticed with my pointer finger how oddly traingular both of my "fang" teeth really are. And I became so disturbed at this thought, that I started imagining myself with a chisle, filing down my teeth so that I could have the most perfectly shaped smile. And at the same time I was imagining this, a girl in my class raised her hand and began making a very excellent point to the professor about something that isn't even relevant now. But as this was happening, I became so jealous and thought how badly I wish I could think that way.
And because these two incidents happened simultaneously, I had a bit of an epiphany. What I realized is, that even if we humans did have the power, to paint, thin, chisle, cut, erase, or liposuck our every flaw and make ourselves into exactly how we think we should look or be, there would still be someone with better ideas of what they could make themselves into. Someone that would think of a cooler hairstyle or a better body type.
Even with the power to do absolutely anything we wanted, we would be unhappy. And as humans, we ought stop wishing we could be and have other and "better" things, because we will then, never be satisfied.
