Hair = Life

Hair

The dictionary defines hair as the mass of fine flexible protein strands that grow from follicles on the skin of a person or animal, especially those on somebody's head. But I believe that hair is much more than this. Hair is a symbol of who we are. It is an expression of ourselves and an outward sign of how we are feeling inside. Hair is an illustration of a person’s personality. Hair is a reflection of life.
We all desire our hair to look perfect, without split ends or frizz. We want our hair smooth and glossy. We want our hair to look good enough to go out in public all the time. This is very similar to the way we view life. We often wish our lives were perfect, without the complications that so easily shatter this fantasy of a flawless life. We want life to be smooth, gliding along without troubles or anxiety. We want our lives to be picture perfect, ready for anyone to see.
Unfortunately, just like hair, life doesn’t always do what you want it to do. Some days, your hair is just determined to be a mess of frizz and some days, your hair refuses to curl the way you want it to. Likewise, life sometimes takes us in different directions than we would like to go. Every now and then, life seems determined to be difficult.
We try to fix these problems. We use shampoos, hairsprays, combs, flat-irons, hairdryers, conditioners, brushes, creams, dies and curling-irons. Sometimes these solutions work, but other times we have to simply accept that this is the way our hair is going to look today. Sometimes no amount of curling, straightening or creams can change what God has given us. The same with life, we can’t change the course our life is meant to go in. God has set us on a path and no amount of money, friends or good grades is ever going to change that. We try to fix life’s frizz with money and temporary solutions. And for a moment we fool the world into thinking that this is what we are. But then we have to realize that at the end of the day, what we have is what we get and even the temporary solutions won’t last.
Everyone is given a different life just like everyone is given different hair. Some of us get beautiful, practically problem-less hair and others get hair that they battle with every morning before they go to work of school. Life follows this pattern as the lives of each person varies like the hair they are given. Some people begin their days fighting a battle while others hardly have a thing to worry about.
　No matter how much distress we have because of our hair and to the end, life is like hair, it withers away falls out and slowly looses all it’s strength until it no longer become a part of who we are anymore and it no longer becomes the necessity or obsession it used to be. We hold onto it as long as we can, desperately trying to keep it from changing because we can’t bare to let it go just yet. This is like life, life slowly slips away from us until it is no longer a necessity and it is no longer a part of who we are. We are now gone, hopefully to a place where the worries of hair and life are no longer important and no longer dictate how is day is going to go


This is an unfinished piece I wrote a LONG time ago...