My dreams have three main types, where other than incomprehensible, they’re usually contemporary to current events or where I’d like to go in life. When I haven’t addressed current woes, my dreams might be abstract nightmares where I’ll be thrust into threatening situations. When I’ve decluttered my contemporary obligations, my dreams will explore where I could go next. I had one of these forward-thinking dreams last night after a day spent decluttering any contemporary stresses.
It’s like going down one of two paths.
One path might be free and clear, but dark, and the other has light but is obscured by obstacles. Even if you try to walk around the obstacles, you just won’t get as far as if you know the path is clear and just need to find your way. Your vision can adjust. You can walk at a faster pace.
This analogy works for dreams and life.
If we have several hobbies running congruently, they might collide, not just physically in your space, logically on your calendar, but also in your mind’s eye in terms of priorities. Let’s say you have a weekend off with three casual interests going on simultaneously. Going to all three might be a fun way to have an enriching day. It just won’t be as rewardingly insightful as focusing your attention on one activity. Until you know which activity you like the best, though, there’s nothing wrong with dipping your toes in thrice.
Once you do, then skip the superfluous.
Browse through the stalls of those maybe mediocre toward your singular goal. It’s fine to “stop and smell the roses,” just don’t take that as an excuse to stop in your tracks to study the minutiae of roses. That’s how I lived my life until I discovered writing. That’s the focus of Downsizing Zeal: Removing those dull distractions that seemed nice enough that actually don’t help me closer towards my goals or a more comfortable lifestyle.
Why live surrounded by mediocrity?
That’s why I’ve been focusing my writing efforts on parsing my possessions rather than forming my fiction. The fewer possessions I have to distract me, the faster I can move toward my dreams, which seems odd for a materialistic society to consider fewer possessions as a more desirable state, until I state that my goal is not to build up a physical kingdom of objects, rather a self-confidence and lifestyle that will enable me to go where the action is then document, comment, and later recontextualize what I observed.
That’s what I enjoy more than collecting.
Ideally, if I could condense everything I care about into a few boxes, then I could move wherever I’d like, whether it’s a studio efficiency apartment downtown in a big city closest to the communities I’m involved with, or even a hotel room with all the comforts of home. I’m writing this sentence in an empty basketball court. I’ll be editing this essay at home.
I don’t want to be tied down to archaic dreams.
|Sources: My personal experiences.|
|Inspirations: Besides the dream? I write these essays daily, so today’s inspiration was just on that alone. I wrote most of it during the 15 minutes I had before moseying into work, since traffic is so bad that if I leave 5 minutes later I might as well say goodbye to that 15 minutes, with the remainder written on breaks.|
|Related: Other Downsizing Zeal essays.|
|Photos: My spare bedroom, or storage room, which has been the source of pleasure for downsizing at a reasonable place but also the ire of having to live somewhere, for now, that’s less than ideal.|
|Written On: May 28 [24 minutes]|
|Last Edited: First draft; final draft for the Internet.|