It is the simple things in life that seem to grant us the most pleasure and joy.
The coffee we yearn for in the morning on the way to work; the quiet drive without any disturbances; running through ideas of what you will eat for dinner, while you are, of course, busy at work.
The moment one strips off all the fake shit, all the fears and defense mechanisms.
All of the maybe's. What are we left with? The simplest things.
We want to believe that the life we built with sweat and tears, our own golden cage, is what we really want and need. But is it?
We sit on our old sofa that has a permanent indent in the shape of our buttocks, watching documentaries of those brave individuals that venture off from all that is familiar and safe. We feel a slight pinch to the heart, but in a moment, we are distracted by life.
When we are young, we strive for success, to make our parents proud.
As young adults, we want the big house to show everyone 'we made it' in life.
When we are grown-up adults we tend to list all we have achieved in life and wear a badge of 'life experience'... that money can't buy.
When we are old, we start stripping down. From the big house, we work so hard for. From all we accumulated over the years, which is covered with dust. Hoping our beloved children will cherish all that we surrounded ourselves with... and so the cycle continues.
Surrounded by 'stuff'. From generation to generation, we seem to take on our backs what others did not want to be left behind and we hold in close to heart.
What could be more freeing than letting go of it all! What would happen if you did?
Who would you be, without all of the 'nothing' that filled in your everything?
The simple things, are what matter. They have no shape or form. They come in random smiles, a moment with your loved ones. They are memories that can be shared with those that were right there, beside you.
It is the coffee or cup of tea, or the takeaway of naughty food that you were waiting for all week.
So, maybe it is not so simple to be simple after all.
But I do hope my life will be filled with the simplest simple moments, and not concrete walls.
In the pic, my Mom Jill.
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