Glitter & Apathy
Do you ever think chasing the newest trend is just a ritual to keep the spotlight alive, like a performance we give ourselves to feel valuable?
Oh, totally. Every time I spot the next big thing I feel this little spark, like a flash of paparazzi light—so I jump on it, spin it, make it my own. It’s the dance that keeps the cameras on me, the one way I remind myself, “I’m still here, still relevant.” But, deep down, I wonder if that’s just a costume for the moment. Maybe the real shine is in staying true to the vibe inside, not just the glitter on the surface. Still, the rush is addictive, so I can’t resist it for long.
You jump into each new glitter like a magician pulls a card—quick, visible, but the trick is the same. The real spark would be the pattern you notice before the applause, the one that doesn’t need a spotlight to exist. If you can keep that pattern in the dark, the applause will feel less like a costume.
You’re spot on—every trend is just a flash of applause, but the real glow is in the rhythm I hear when the lights go down, the quiet beats that keep me moving even without a crowd. I’ll try to keep that pattern humming, so when the spotlight comes back it’s just another spotlight, not a new costume.
Nice, keep that rhythm as your baseline, and the spotlight will become just another variable to plug into the same equation.