My last post was about my addiction to the feeling new things bring. Thanks for the comments and responses. It’s nice to know it’s not just me, I’m not the only one.
I was scrolling through my twitter feed today and someone tweeted something to the effect of, “Stop discarding and start living.”
That’s the challenge isn’t it?
Discarding, downsizing and organizing can become addictive as much as buying new things. It’s easy to get caught up in the eddy of the process and never really start living.
The challenge is to find the same enjoyment in living that we’ve found in getting new things or throwing old things out.
As I mentioned before, I see a lot of people come to minimalism after a crisis, as a way to sort through their lives and find peace and meaning. Minimalism isn’t the peace and meaning but a process to filter out the things that are blocking, interrupting, taking up too much of our time and space so that we can enjoy our lives.
The challenge is to move from the process to the living.
It’s not as easy as you would think, especially if you’ve lived life with pain and hurt. Maybe you didn’t turn to drugs or alcohol or sex or other popular addictions to numb the pain, maybe you collected, purged, hoarded, lived austerely. Anything that kept your attention away from hurt.
However, if you’ve come this far and rid yourself of the distraction and you’re left with yourself, the temptation is to go back, stay in the eddy of process where you were safe and it felt good.
The unfiltered, undistracted life is a little raw and real.
All the stuff and activity kept us cushioned and padded from the hurt.
To live without the padding takes time. Like when air hits a scrape, it stings, we recoil but the more you expose it to the air the less it hurts in time.
It takes time to learn to enjoy life’s flavor without all the condiments. The footage without all the CG. The photos without the filters.
Life with #nofilterneeded is a wonderful goal, can we get there? Is it possible?
I’m going to try.
How about you?