I was tired of seeing the same face. I wasn’t happy with my own body, my thoughts and my life. Everyday was like I was a character trapped in a wrong story in my whole life. Everynight I dreamed of being in a different body, in a different life. To be a more beautiful, more strong, more successful version of me… But I knew that they are just dreams, until I wake up that morning.
When I opened my eyes there was a weird light in the room. “”I am here to make what you’ve been wishing for a long time come true. Today, you have the opportunity to recreate yourself. You can change your body, your life and who you are. Are you ready?”
I never thought an opportunity like this would become true. I’ve been dreaming of this for so long that now I am unsure when it become true. Still I couldn’t help but think… A completely different life, different house, different peoples around me, different me. I was thinking that they’ll make me happy. Finally I decided what I exactly want. The body and life in my dreams, they had to be exactly what I wanted.
In my new life, now I was a Hollywood star. I was playing important roles in the biggest movies and appearing on the red carpet. People were waiting in line up to get to know me and competing with each other to get my autographed photos. I had fans all over the world and they were all looking at me with admiration. I also had millions of followers on social media. People saw me as an inspiration for them, my succes was known by all over the world. Everything was seem perfect from outside while I was living my best life.
I was loved and admired by everyone. However, I started to feel a strange emptiness inside me. No matter how real my smile looked in front of the cameras, something was always missing inside me. Even when I saw myself with a different face and different person in the mirror, that old feeling of dissatisfaction haunted me.
Now I understood: The problem was neither being famous nor having millions of people love me. The problem was my lack of love for myself. Without accepting myself for who I am, I would not be happy no matter what dream I dreamed. Because real happiness was not in the applause coming from outside, but in the peace coming from inside.