The curated life on social media is pretentious.
Though it presents everything happy and worry-free reality, it’s not really everything that happens in a person’s life, whether celebrity or not.
The curated life seeks to capture attention and following for the purpose of an agenda, whether exposed or hidden. It doesn’t show the bad, the ugly, and crude realities.
The curated life is pernicious.
It presents only half-truths. It always finds ways to hide behind the mask of everything fantastical, fun and fabulous. It enslaves and deceives both the initiator and its followers.
The curated life is prevalent.
It wreaks havoc on societies where poverty is rampant and where dreams remain to be a pie in the sky for many. It prevails among people who value stature more than servanthood, personal gain more than sacrifice for other’s welfare, and glory more than authenticity.
I don’t want a curated life on social media. But neither do I want to be tactless, tasteless, nor timid.
I’d rather be scorned in being truthful, but not trite.
I’d rather be hated for fighting for what’s right with all my might, for myself and other people’s rights and welfare, while knowing my responsibilities.
I’d rather be loved for being bold though ugly, but not bad.
The curated life is not my kind of life.
I’m not perfect, but I do my best to live by my values.
I’m not always happy, but I try ever harder to make the best out of whatever situation I find myself in.
My life is painted with suffering and sorrow yet I rejoice in the hope of a better and brighter tomorrow.
The cure for the curated life is vulnerability dressed in authenticity, shot without excessive photo filters, and adored by the precious few and true family and friends.