In an age of avatars and digitally altered profile photos, endlessly falsified and therefore perfectible online personas, we are all invited to construct ourselves closer to what we dream of being than what we simply are. Authenticity has becomes a slippery and evasive promise, and we too are becoming constructs, selves-that-are-not-actually-ourselves.
“Open Secrets: Literature as Gossip in the Digital Age” on The New Inquiry (via britticisms)
This is true. There is a point when I stop feeling than simply being me is not enough. And, yes, one should always strive to be a better person, but it has become so much harder to remember than it’s a never ending quest. It is so hard for me to understand that sometimes I should “rest”, enjoy how far i’ve come and just be. Otherwise I feel like I do now, where no matter what I do there I’m still not better than what I dream to become.
(Source: thenewinquiry)
