Should We Believe Everything That Looks or Sounds “Pretty”?

I was looking at a jar of anti-aging cream the other day.  Not that I need anti-aging cream.  I’m actually pro-aging, as it appears to be the only choice that keeps me around in the long run, if you know what I mean . . . heh, heh.

Anyway, it was a lovely jar of anti-aging cream, and as I read the ingredients . . . which was a futile attempt at understanding what I might be putting on my face . . . I noticed that I couldn’t pronounce half the names that made up this “miraculous” concoction.

There was lipo-dash-peptide-somethinerother, bio-blah-blah-blah, plus extract of ocean-floor-godknowswhat, which promised visible results, all combined with vowelless words that would brighten my skin and future.

Do you ever wonder if those fancy names are made up by a bunch of “product specialists” sitting around a conference table eating Cheetos and micro-dosing?  I mean, they’re probably having a good laugh about the fact that we paid 82 dollars for a thimble size jar that holds less than 82 cents worth of stuff that doesn’t roll off the tongue easily.

Are we just a bunch of wide-eyed suckers looking for someone to tell us what the next great thing is?  Are we believing everything that comes in a pretty jar because it looks classy and legit?

What if a lot of the 82 dollar jars in life aren’t even close to being legit?  What if they’re really 82 cent jars that are all dolled up or have impressive names or are touted by people we think are important, and we eat it up without ever really questioning their actual validity and value.

I was in my 40s when I realized that everything the nice doctors, teachers and experts told me about life wasn’t necessarily true!  They probably meant well and their experiences were true for them, but some of their philosophies and opinions about the world were downright scary!  . . . And the church??!  I’m still dealing with the shame and guilt . . . AND I’M A GOOD PERSON!

I finally realized, after blind acceptance, solicited apologies, excessive anxiety and late night pizzas, that some of what I was believing was just persuasive propaganda and brilliantly marketed scare tactics that had more to do with profits and power than truth and benevolence.

It turns out, my happy, healthy life is not necessarily everyone’s end goal!  Can you believe that?!!  Famous dermatologists, handsome actors, accomplished authors and experienced politicians aren’t really invested in MY life!  What an absolute shock!

SO . . . Instead of reacting blindly to all the “amazing”, “age-defying”, “I can’t believe it’s not butter” nonsense going on out there in lala land, I decided it was time to question the value of everything I’d been told and taught.  I inquired within . . . Like an adult with her big girl panties on . . . Who had a brain . . . And knew herself and her principles . . .And could at least understand and pronounce the stuff she was putting on her life.

Not that everyone’s out to manipulate and take advantage, far from it, but it’s up to us to be aware enough to see things clearly, without all the mind-blowing adjectives getting in the way.  It’s up to us to question our thoughts and the thoughts of others, our beliefs and the beliefs of others, and decide consciously what resonates and leads us in the direction we want to go.

We shouldn’t believe in the benefits of an 82 dollar, 282 dollar or 5082 dollar jar of anything because it looks pretty and is declared amazing by nice, pretty people.  We need to use our God-given brains, hearts and intuition to decide for ourselves.  We shouldn’t feel pushed, scared or persuaded into something just because it’s wrapped in a pretty package and someone says it’s true.

Beautiful things can come in brown paper bags and ugly lies can show up in Tiffany boxes.  Unwrap them and see them for what they are, and then decide whether they add benefit to your life.

As for the anti-aging cream . . . I think I’m going organic.

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