Iacoe Michaela
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Aesthetic
For God's love, I do not want to use anything or anyone, to speak of that I do not know, nor seek to blame or accuse or point people, but no one is realizing that all this insane quest for aesthetic ideal is crazy?
One thing is health and other is obsession. The world went crazy, mad. Today, God is self-image. Religion is the diet. Faith, just in aesthetics. Ritual is too much gymnastics.
Love is cheesy, sincerity is out of fashion, modesty is ridiculous and  feeling is silly.
Fat is a mortal sin. Wrinkle is a misdemeanor. Stealing is allowed, grow old not. Estrie is a case of police, Cellulite is lack of education and a successful Son of a bitch is example of success.
The maximum modern is: paying well, what's wrong?
The consumer society, which has money, which produces, don't think of anything else besides the image, image, image, image, static measures, beauty. Nothing else matters. No matter the feelings, no matter the culture, wisdom, relationships, friendship, help, nothing else matters.
No matter the other, the collective. Young people no longer have faith, neither idealism nor political position. Adults lose their sense in search of fabricated youth.
Ok, I also want to feel good, I want to fit into clothes, I want to stay cool, I want to walk, run, live long, have a nice appearance but ...
A society of anorexic and bulimic adolescents, youth making aesthetic surgeries, turbinated, at twenties  is not natural. There is not possible.
I wish people discuss the matter. Someone chord. Let the world change.

Let me calm down. That love survives.
Iacoe Michaela
Enviado por Iacoe Michaela em 22/02/2013
Alterado em 20/12/2017
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