The other night whilst procrastinating over writing a blog post, I watched one of the classics: Grease. Albeit not one of my favourites, but a classic nonetheless. There’s one scene in it however that always gets me, and not in a particularly good way. It’s the final scene at the end-of-year school fun fair (which seems reasonable *rolls eyes*) where butter-wouldn’t-normally-melt Sandy appears in front of Danny, leather/lycra-clad head to toe, in 5 inch stilettos and puffing on a cigarette. “Tell me about it, stud” rolls off her tongue in Zuko’s direction (accompanied by a cloud of tar and nicotine) and you can pretty much see him getting a semi right there and then. OK, you don’t, but I’m assuming that’s what happens.
You know the drill after this. Queue a kiss chase around the funhouse (which I always wanted to have a go in) as Danny and Sandy both profess to each other that they are the ones that they want… In musical format though, of course. Fast forward through that “rama-llama-ding-dong” rubbish, and Danny and Sandy take off in a flying car whilst Danny can’t take his hands off his newly dolled up girlfriend. Aww.
What a load of shit.
So basically, the moral of Grease is “change yourself for the person you want to be with. Because right now, you’re not enough”. Lovely. Very inspiring. I might get that on a wall plaque for my new place. In all honesty, it made me want to throw things at the TV. If that’s the mentality they had back in 1978, it’s really no wonder why society has ended up the way it has now.
Open up your phone and scroll through your social channels, and I almost guarantee that within 10 seconds you will have come across a post or article about a new diet, or the latest makeup collection you have to have (Rihanna, I’m looking at you with your Fenty Beauty launch). Scroll a little further and you’ll probably see another post named “How To Satisfy Your Man In Bed With These 10 Mindblowing Tips” or “5 Ways You Can Slay Your Instagram Feed”. In an age where no matter where we turn we’re told to be more of this, or less of that, I propose this: we are all doing just fine.
“So basically, the moral of Grease is “change yourself for the person you want to be with. Because right now, you’re not enough””
I suppose this post is a continuation of one of my recent ones called If You Don’t Feel Good Enough… Read This. It’s something that’s been playing on my mind though. I’ve not really been feeling myself recently, and I can’t put my finger on what’s wrong. I’m quite stressed at work, but I think it’s more than that. The thing is, I have no reason to be feeling down. I’m about to move into my own flat, I’ve just passed my Digital Marketing diploma, I’m enjoying dating and I have wonderful friends and family around me. I just feel a little… Meh.
I think what it is, is that I always feel like I could be doing better. I’ve got loads on at work, but I could have gone an extra mile with a certain project. I smashed my exams, but I could’ve got a better overall mark. I’ve just bought my own flat, but I should’ve done it earlier. It’s a never-ending vicious cycle and we don’t realise what this way of thinking does to us. It’s really damaging. I bet if I asked all of you reading this to raise your hand if you felt you were enough right now, that I’d see very few in the air, if any. That’s quite sad. But at the same time, I get it.
We’ve forgotten how to appreciate things. Ourselves, other people. Something or someone could be really frickin’ amazing, yet we’ve already got our eye on the next thing coming our way. What we already have, someone else is praying for. We forget how fortunate we really are, and instead choose to focus on what we’re lacking. Truth is, we’re normally never lacking anything. If you have a roof over your head, a job, friends, family and good health; you are rich.
“I bet if I asked all of you reading this to raise your hand if you felt you were enough right now, that I’d see very few in the air, if any”
Not only do we often fail to see how fortunate we are, we fail to give ourselves credit. There’s no harm in striving for progression, but we seem to strive for perfection. Perfection doesn’t exist. We’ve all forgotten that. Or perhaps we haven’t, but decided that nothing other than “perfect” will do. How do you draw the line though? At what point do you say to yourself “this… This right here is great. This is what I was looking for”. You don’t. You’d just keep looking for ways to make it even better. But that’s where the problem lies.
What you get out of life depends entirely on your attitude. On how you approach each day. Your mentality. Your vision. Your appreciation. All that you currently have, and all that you currently are, is more than enough. It seems the more we acquire, the less happy we are. Perhaps a simplistic life is a happier life; but ‘simple’ doesn’t seem to be in our vocabulary. If it isn’t amazing it’s not worth it, right? True, to some extent. But you yourself, have to decide what amazing is, not what a magazine article tells you is.
Someone looks at your life every day and wants what you have. Just like you do. How about this? Start realising that what you already have and who you already are, is more than you need. You’ll look back on your life and wish you had appreciated every moment of it. Materialistic things, carrying a few extra pounds, and an enviable Instagram feed all mean nothing.
“Perfection doesn’t exist. We’ve forgotten that. Or perhaps we haven’t, but decided that nothing other than “perfect” will do”
Tomorrow is never promised. We don’t know when our time on this planet is up. And we’re spending every day trying to build a better life, and forgetting to live the one we currently have. You are doing just fine. Life is hard – sometimes so hard that you look back on the day and wonder how you got through it.
But you did. And you will get through tomorrow as well.
Stop comparing. Start appreciating. Celebrate everything you have right now, because one day you might not have them and only then will your eyes be opened to how lucky you are… Or were.
Learn to love yourself a little more. You deserve to be kind to yourself. And don’t ever feel that you need a pair of black spandex leggings, to fill your lungs with smoke, or to completely change who you are to fit in. (Yes Grease, that was another dig at you. Pssh.)