I have tried to become more authentic only to find out that it takes me more and more away from the simple joy of living. Everyone borders around some level of inauthenticity. That’s just how the world is. That’s just how we are. We’re all filled with insecurities that make us inauthentic. I realized that my quest for becoming as authentic as I can be will result in me spending most of my days in a disconnected, depressed haze. Looking for authenticity 100% of the time just makes you focus on more and more of what is fake, and unfortunately, it’s everywhere and in everything. I’ve found that the beauty of authenticity lies in the spaces… it is in the space between you and me trying to understand each other, where, I believe, we will find the purest form of authenticity in this world. That universal glimmer of hope to be truly understood and seen, carried within each one of us, and expressed with awkwardness, is what makes this world beautiful. It’s sad but its also beautiful if you think about how we’re all just trying to find some love, some validation and some understanding from each other, and how we fail miserably at expressing these deeply rooted desires only to show some semblance of how we really feel, and finally… how we still keep trying despite being let down again, and again…and again.