You read that correctly. Every fiber of my being of living in Boston for 10 years and living in a modern society says, “Have more! Want more! Get more letters behind your name! Have more things! Have a better job, relationship, muscular body, likes, dick picks, you name it!”
I’m tired. I’m tired of trying to fulfill that life. So what am I doing instead? WEll, I am finding my own way around this.
Now, don’t get me wrong, for some people having the more qualities in your life is what drives you to be a good human being. By all means, if you are striving to benefit humanity and create influence of changes, that’s the good good shit. Keep doing that.
What I am talking about is the incessant drive of companies, peer groups, social media, and advancements in technology to consume more for the sake of consuming more.
I joke with people here, but I do mean it. Give me a yoga mat, a bike, a bed, some cookery, and a car to get around, a gym, and you’ll see one tall happy fucker.
and I mean it.
After going to about 12 different cities in 2016-2017, I have come to the realization that a city is a city is a city is a city. Yes, nightlife or unique cultural aspects can be seen in them, but if you are expecting a city to hand you on a silver platter the experience of contentment and fulfillment via external cues, have fun with that. It’s exhausting for many.
Looking from the outer to help with the inner can only go so far. Yes, social support and external coping strategies are super helpful. Sitting down at a good play can be cathartic. Having a solid glass or bottle (who am I kidding) of red wine with friends can be fulfilling, even soul healing. However, you have to go beyond that. You want to start to engage inwards.
This is what I fucking love about yoga. Even lifting, for that matter. It is a sandbox of exploration of the inner workings. It’s the practice of inner knowing. Inner being work is sloppy. It’s annoying. It’s time consuming. It’s ugly and vicious and is going to show you all the scars you haven’t salved over.
My dear readers, you did not come on to this planet to sit on false clouds, only to fall in to the peril of realizing you will die one day. You came on to this planet to create experiences, to be with yourself in the now. To truly love the inner workings of you. All of it.
This living of simplicity fights against that very opposite. That numbing of out there. Trust me, I have been in those throes as well. I am not saying I am above that lifestyle at all. I like nice things. However, I’m hoping to change that experience and truly get specific about what I truly do and don’t need.
Simplicity means different things to different people. For some, it means one pair of jeans and a tee shirt. That’s cool. That’s not my version. Your version could also mean only having two cars and only three bedrooms in your house. You fill it only with a bed and a night stand and no televisions in your house.
The possibility of simplicity is subjective.
Maybe it’s time you play with yours.