The View From The Top Is Not Always Better...

I just found this in my drafts. It was from a few months back but I never published it. It's interesting to see the different perspective it has from the poem "There Is No Grave To Stand and Weep" I wrote a month earlier. 

Up until now I've been feeling like loss is so much harder for those left behind but tonight as I watched my whole family celebrate the holidays together I had a realization. We are still all here, we are alive and celebrating life together. How sad to think of those who are no longer with us (maybe) watching us and not being able to be a part of it all. How sad for them.

The grass is always greener...or bronzer...or whiter??

On a recent trip to Thailand I was amazed by the amount of "whitening" products available to people. Everything from sunscreen to facewash to makeup claimed to be whitening. I'm pretty sure the same goes for most of Asia. That's the most desirable look, a soft ivory complexion.  

Now isn't it interesting that here in North America everything is the opposite? It is all about being bronzed. Glow this and glow that, stand up tanners, lie down tanning beds, spray tan, airbrush tan, the list goes on.

So what does this all mean? Either we as humans are just truly confused or maybe there is something more to all of this. After all someone is manufacturing and marketing this dream and making a lot of money. Do they just sit around and come up with ideas to make entire cultures think that what they were born with isn't good enough and "we'll sell them the idea of being able to change it?" I guess it wouldn't be the first time.

I don't know but it sure is strange how the grass is always greener...or bronzer...or whiter. 

There are some cultures that seem to be happy just how they are, like France and Italy and most of Europe come to think about it.  I was going to say Brazil but they are the plastic surgery capitol of the world now I think. It's the same thing with boobs. All the flat girls want big boobs because they think that will make all their problems go away (it won't) and the girls with big boobs wish desperately for a nice small pair with no back pain.

What if we were all just happy with what we had?