Scarlet Letter Imitation Paragraphs

It may seem insane, that, with our whole lives before us, -so many places to go and so many things to to do, time the only restriction,- we choose to be envious of others and their lives, always hoping for their beauty, their successes, -trying to look like her, act like him, follow in their footsteps, achieve the same, or better, accomplishments than our friends, family, and neighbors, -it may seem insane that we focus on the feats of those around us rather than our own elegance, our own hopes and wants and wishes. But there is a sense, a feeling so overwhelming and unavoidable that it eclipses all other thoughts, compelling us to give in to our doubt and fear and decide that we are not as perfect as the rest of the world, will never even come close; it creeps over us like a dark cloud, obscuring our own beauty from our minds. Our unease, our vacillation, are the roots of self-loathing. It is as if our minds and our hearts are competing, that which is in our head winning out and converting our thoughts of self-love, still foreign to many people, to wild and cruel, but ultimately unintentional, jealousy. All other ideas- including those of happiness and contentment, knocking patiently on the doors to our subconscious- become distant memories in comparison. The locks on these doors are strong and sturdy and, despite our desperate desire to break free, take effort to pick.

It might be, too, -assuredly it is, that we hide our discontent with our own lives from ourselves, expressing shock when we catch a glimpse of reason, like we had looked through the peephole of that door,- it might be that we are scared of the truth, that we must take control of our own existence. There, in our subconscious, lies a concealed idea, unperceived by our brain, the idea that we use jealousy to hide from our sins, our failures, rather than taking responsibility. Time and time again, the temper of souls snatches away our hope and joy, and laughs as it puts shame and regret in their place, eager to see us lash out at those around us, assigning blame to others to avoid our own pain. We barely think twice, slamming the door on reason and ambition. What we forget to think about, -what, ultimately, is an unavoidable and painful consequence of our society- is that our deep, personal feelings are often influenced by the people around us. This jealousy we say to ourselves, is proof of our mistakes, our failures in life; but, perchance, this torture we put ourselves through is a result of societal normalities and expectations; we are simply unable to conform to a path meant for someone else.