You know, I updated my status on Facebook late last night, asking about Antoinette Maree aka Sydney Fashion Blogger.
She has the best wardrobe I have ever come across, however I could not help but wonder, where on earth does she go everyday? And isn’t she broke?
I’m sure being as popular as she is, designers send her free stuff all the time. I’m also quite positive that she is invited to a bunch of exciting events all the time, being in the fashion loop the way she is.
But does this mean that us mere mortals who follow her and these other fashionistas and socialites on various social media platforms, set ourselves up for financial bankruptcy and social despair?
Is it now the norm to be consumed with throwing together expensive outfits and frequenting the hottest locations, in affect living beyond our means?
I know plenty of people who think nothing of it to go and adorn themselves in the latest designer outfits and sip cocktails in the trendiest bars and restaurants. But are we cutting off our nose to spite our face?
Life in general is expensive. Mortgage repayments, rent, car repayments, fuel, medical insurance, electricity bills, groceries, the list goes on.
So are we sending ourselves broke in every sense of the word? Are we all a little out of touch with reality?
Fame really is a powerful aphrodisiac, and becoming enamoured with these types of celebrities often does us more harm than good. We set ourselves up for disappointment. For not being good enough.
We don’t dress well enough, we don’t have enough of an active social life, we aren’t a part of the “cool” crowd. I say all the time that people are still very much stuck in high school, and by comparing your own life to ones of these celebrities makes you ask the question “is my life exciting enough?”
I am the first to admit that my life is anything but exciting. If anything, quite the opposite. But I’m living MY life. Not someone else’s. And my idea of what I appreciate and want out of life differs to that of others.
I actually earn a decent income. I drive a nice car. I have a nice home. I have a cool wardrobe. But none of this means anything. Yes, it makes you more comfortable, and alleviates certain worries, but in the end, none of it really matters.
All that really matters is that question we all ask ourselves at some point. Are you happy?
Are you really doing what you want? Or are you too busy peering over the fence, wondering on what you may be missing out on?
What is it going to take to truly make you happy? Surely it’s not having an envied wardrobe, or a full social calendar? Or is it?
If it is, does that only confirm the fact that we do have our head in the clouds? That we are chasing an eternal high like some sort of addict?
Have we all become so shallow that this has now become the benchmark for what happiness means?
Happiness to me means the freedom to express myself in whichever way I choose. To spend time with the people that I have connections with. To be able to be myself, and be appreciated for who I am at my core.
Don’t consume yourself with the need to please. Do what it is in your heart that you truly desire, and stop comparing yourselves to others, because comparison is the death of joy.