dressing the same, acting the same, getting the same haircut, saying the same catchphrases, lying the same lies, listening to the same music, eating at the same restaurants that you wonder why I can’t be the same like them. Then you interact with someone that’s real. An individual that doesn’t subscribe to the same ideologies and bullshit and likes what they like all the while being genuinely kind, generous, and interested in others and in touch with themselves and in tune with the world around them in a way that you could never encapsulate in words. And that truth fills you with shame and makes you angry for ever wasting your time and compromising who you want to be and what you want to do that you get motivated to stop where you’re going and fucking change everything.
patagonia article here.