Dressing Room

I think life is very much like the (tumultuous) trials of a dressing room.  We are always slipping into a certain size, feeling inadequate because they never seem to fit perfectly.  Who do they measure these clothes to fit, anyway?  The most comfortable of garments allow some wiggle room; the big sweaters and sweat pants; flowing dresses or t-shirts.

There are no universal truths; just like you will never find an article of clothing specifically tailored to your body without searching out some revision.  We all hold individual truths that we try to fit into categories.  Race or gender or religion.  Right or wrong.  We look to one another for approval, when we should be looking within ourselves.  There is no 'one size fits all' in this life.

I think we forget this too often.  We run with the herd, through school and seeking out careers.  We don't construct our own realities; we allow them to be built up in front of us, without questioning whether or not they make us personally happy.  We take the easy way out, instead of sewing our own size or taking a different path.

How do you find your happiness?  What about society's structure makes you want to be a part of it?  What makes us try so relentlessly to fit?