Authenticity. Synonyms that pop into my head: true, real, genuine. I believe living an authentic life means knowing yourself, your values, and living in a way of honor. Authenticity is living life in accordance with one’s soul. It is a way to experience a life full of joy, passion, and wonderment. Authenticity is finding joy in yourself. It is running in the rain to your car, skin impervious to the cold because your thoughts running wild with passion for the event just left.
There are moments in my life in which I can only explain as electric. They are moments in which I am in a place that I could see myself forever staying. These places have a certain magic to them, a magic that stills my driven mind and leaves only a “yes, this is it” in the place of what is usually thousands of incomprehensible ideas happening every second of the day. These moments I am often nothing more than a face in a crowd. I often wonder, are those around me experiencing the same as I? The conclusion I have come to is that the magic of the moment is confined to my very being. I hope others experience these moments of authenticity as I do. That there are places in their life in which they can be nothing but the image impressed onto their soul.
This is what I define as authenticity. A soul where it belongs. A spark set afire. A flame in a place it is welcome. It is a wonder of why all people do not follow this path in life. As I have found it, once discovered, it is distressing having to return to any other type of half-life. Is it that most have not discovered what I have, or is it that the cruelty of a society set against one’s soul is too much to handle? As it is, those who must ask for society’s forgiveness to live according to the soul have yet to truly discover authenticity.