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Yesterday I heard a story full of intrigue, greed and deception–where lives hung in the balance. A story in which the tobacco companies–desiring to double their sales–teamed up with Hollywood to make smoking appear attractive for women.
This story–an awakening for me–came at the perfect time as I had just that morning prayed for–as Corrie Ten Boom so eloquently worded it—
“Jesus to lift me out of the vicious circle of ego into the light of His love”
The tobacco story was a reminder for me that I live in a world that will stop at nothing in making me believe that I as a woman am most attractive when I’m “smoking”.
“The main goal of the art style in Ancient Greece was to celebrate humanity. Often, subjects of sculptures were shown to their full potential and perfection regardless of true form. The average was not shown as much as the ideal.
This depiction of idealism and perfection is still very prominent in not only art but in nearly every form of human representation in society now despite much of it being false representation.”
Today–the hazards of smoking exposed–a new story has been born. A story wrought with such impossibility that I, the protagonist, will never reap the fruits of its demands. This story–heavily depicted in every form of human representation–tells me that growing older is something I simply mustn’t allow myself to do.
It is a story designed to rob me of truth, hope and God-like attributes while–distracting me from the highest light–it leads me on a tireless campaign of selfishness and despair. With it I will live to leave a legacy of envy instead of Christ-like love.
“In the Republican period, art was produced to depict hard work, age, wisdom, being a community leader and soldier. Patrons chose to have themselves represented with balding heads, large noses, and extra wrinkles, demonstrating that they had spent their lives working for the Republic as model citizens, flaunting their acquired wisdom with each furrow of the brow.”
Only time will tell–though I wish I was strong enough to predict the ending now–if a sculpture depicting my time here will show the bald head, large nose, extra wrinkles and furrowed brow of a life spent in acts of service, adventure and selfless love or if I will be found sitting alone in the corner, cigarette in hand, while the greatest joys of creation and miraculous gifts from God pass me by.
May Jesus, I pray, lift me out of the vicious circle of ego into the light of His love.
‘Cause you were just too busy being fabulous
Too busy to think about us
Lookin’ for something you’ll never find
You’ll never know what you left behind
‘Cause you were just too busy being fabulous
~Eagles