Dressing up was a thing of the past

When I was a kid, I distinctly remember the smell of makeup in the bathroom, the leftover scent of Mom’s perfume enveloping the air. She would spend the last few minutes in front of her vanity, trying different styles and colors of jewelry. She’d turn to me, who at that point have been patiently waiting for her to get dressed and be done with it so we can finally leave, and ask, “What do you think?”. When I was a kid, we’d turn back if she forgets to wear perfume or put on her earrings. Dressing up was part of her morning. Dressing up was part of her life. Leaving the house doesn’t just mean leaving the house, it means getting up earlier and taking the time to get ready. This practice has been engrained in my brain that I’ve incorporated the same to my routine. Even how busy I get, I always take the time to take care of myself like that. My body is my shell and a representation of my state of mind. 

I am devastated at how my generation has taken a lazy approach to life. Comfortable equates laziness. Laziness became a norm. But laziness is just being lazy. Comfortable means having a shell that you’re proud of, not being forced to look and act a certain way. Laziness, on the other hand, is not caring at all. People have started to live passively and I’m quite sad to witness that. It’s like they’re in a permanent state of haziness. Consciousness is irrelevant because consciousness triggers memory. And remembering nowadays is hurting, so better refuse to make it memorable by making it as dull as possible. Line up all the grey days and it turns into a blur. The darkest shade of grey as possible until it loses all color. That way it gets buried in your psyche. 

Only the most conscious understands art. To make art or to appreciate art requires a mastery of consciousness. Because what is art but a memory trapper. It encapsulates emotions and experiences. Things you remember. 

So dress up, make the time, find a way to make each day special. Because laziness is just not remembering because none of it mattered. But it does matter. Everyday matters. Make schedules. Line up your greyest days and add color in between. Skip a day at work, spent time with family, go out for a movie or date, go shopping, get ready, feel pretty, get a haircut. Those are the colors you add to your life. I wish to see you pretty at the opera steps. You deserve to stand out in a mass of hoodies and sweatpants.