NARCISSUS: The "It" Behind The Myth
What is a narcissus? Who is Narcissus?
I don’t know him but I do know his story.
On how much he admired his reflection on a beautiful stream
Stream? I’m not sure… but whatever it is it’s still a body of water… a formation.
Yes, there we are… he’s adorable… so adorable, beautiful, that even he fell for himself.
Oh yeah, this is just an old fashioned mythology.
Pity you if you don’t know his story.
And since this is just a part of glamorous folklore, some of the good things this man has… never lasted.
Oh. Why? What happened then?
Did he become gay?
No, he didn’t actually become gay- to the point that he’s thought of marrying himself.
He just loved his looks- self. Yeah.
And then, one glorious day, when staring at himself at the pool, stream whatever once again… he pined way and fell into the body of water then there…he drowned.
Sad.
Now, from the point/ area of the water where he fell, a beautiful flower rose and the people named it after him. So Narcissus is both a man and a flower.
I thought of naming myself Narcissus at this certain point of my life.
No, I’m not deeply obsessed with myself.
I’m beautiful. That’s for a fact. I know that.
Excuse me; I’m not being conceited ladies and gentle men.
I’m just being true.
Because face it, we are all beautiful.
We are the wonders of His aesthetic taste.
He created us to be known majestic and lovely.
And the best thing to do is to appreciate it. Use it wisely and be proud of it.
Get it?
Personally…
Being beautiful is both natural and artificial.
We are born good-looking and we are made fine-looking.
I love telling myself that I’m more than enough because it is the moment where I see me smile and feel contented,
See…
It’s my bliss, my eternal happiness. Beauty.
So if you come and approach me why I sometimes see myself as Narcissus, don’t negate my idea. Don’t look at me as someone super conceited and vain. Rather, look at me as someone adorable enough to adore himself. Get it? Again? No? Ok.
But sometimes, I hate it when I tend to compare myself with the better guys- bigger bones and stunning muscular built.
Haay… it’s just a matter of me versus my insecurities.
But never the less, I’m still beautiful.
Like you- the one in front of the monitor, reading this right now.
Like him/ her, the one you admire so much.
Great?
Well, this is I on how beautiful the people can sometimes be.
And just a thought… Arden will never be a name of a flower…
If you know what I mean.
