”Fake it until you make it…”
Why?
To achieve some “success” so valuable that required you being an inauthentic fraud/imposter to get there?
Is the destination that essential to the ego that it’s truly worth the cost of integrity making the journey as a liar?
Have we really come to be so allured by surface-level images and placed so much worth on appearances that we’re so numbed out to the deeper level of substance and think nothing of being a fake?
Have we really become so deluded with desire to impress and “the ends justify the means” logic that we’d actually embrace such foolish philosophies, thinking that a means of fakeness/fraud would not bleed through to taint the ends with the energy of inauthenticity/lies and we’d eventually have to reap that energy sown?
But who am I to challenge the cultural belief systems and motivational dogma of hustle-porn gurus employing manipulative marketing strategies to line their own pockets by regurgitating addictive soundbytes appeasing the desires those who think following others’ advice to achieve their goals through deceit will deliver them to “success?”
Go ahead and test it for yourself…
See how far you can get as a fake until you run out of energy to keep the mask up and fall flat on your face with irreparable burnout & existential crisis when the strategy of trickery no longer works after denying/repressing your true self for years.
See how long your “success” can be sustained upon the foundation of lies.
Exerience for yourself the shattered reality inevitable when the light of Truth exposes the sham upon which your “goals” were “achieved.”
*Dare to open Pandora’s box so you will know what it’s like going from the heights of “glory” founded in falsity to the eroding self-esteem that comes from a version of imposter syndrome not due to emotional insecurities, but the inescapable fact you chose to be an imposter.
Or go ahead and disregard this perspective to defend your beliefs and carry on as a fake thinking “making it” as a fake is some illustrious destiny that’s going to make you worthy when you didn’t love yourself enough to start with that you felt it necessary to abandon authenticity in favour of trying to prove something by being a phone.
Do whatever you shall do, boo. Consequences on you.
