What if life was a dream? What if every time you opened your eyes in the morning, sat up in bed, stretched your arms overhead––the fun was just beginning. What if I told you that in this dream, you have way more autonomy than in any dream in which your eyes are closed? What if I told you that this dream was real.
Good news: it is––but only for those who keep things simple. Your job as a human is to better the race––that’s it. In recent years we have convoluted this basic understanding. When it comes to food, if it grows in the ground or roams the earth freely and without hormones––eat it. When it comes to movement, stop sitting in a chair all day and move your ass the way God intended it to move. When it comes to stress, go into a quiet place and appreciate being the only species on the planet that can actively control it’s respiration.
People want, so badly to believe that life must be difficult, advice such as, “take a deep breath,” is dismissed as nonsense. Do not be mistaken––life is hard––but hard need not be synonymous with complicated. Your problems subside when you subtract things––not add them.
I want you to think of your life as an empty bedroom. What does a bedroom need to become habitable? Well, let’s start with a bed––this represents your health. You should certainly have a dresser to store your clothes––a shelter with food and water. You will also need a desk––meaningful employment. Lastly, you will personalize with some shelves, pictures and basic decor––your family and friends. This is the perfect bedroom because it has everything you need, and nothing you don’t. In it, you can sleep, get dressed, and give thanks that you were born a human being with feelings and not an earthworm.
Yet, we have become dissatisfied with this basic bedroom setup. We desire a TV to make the room more “fun”; different clothes because jeans and t-shirts aren’t trendy enough; a big closet to put all our new stuff in because everyone else has one––and if everyone else has one… These additions make the original room unrecognizable. Clothes get strewn all over the place. Watching TV makes going to bed more difficult. We become so entrenched with the size and contents of our closet, that we forget about how nice it was when we didn’t have one in the first place. Without even realizing it, our bedroom is no longer a bedroom––it’s chaos.
So, is life a dream?
Well, not if your room is a mess.
You have no control in your life until you declutter it. If you wake up everyday and the first thing you do is check social media––immediately reminding you of everything you don’t have (and ironically, neither do the people you’re following)––you add an unnecessary layer to the already difficult task of controlling your own destiny. Life is hard enough without the bullshit. Status and money are those forces in your nightly dreams that prevent you from turning left, when you are desperately trying to turn right. And, what happens in that dream when you turn left despite your desire and intuition? That’s right, you fall into the abyss––always.
So, it’s time for a yard sale––I’m sure someone way less fortunate needs that flat-screen more than you do. Remove the obstacles that you have placed in the way of what would otherwise be a straight race. The longer they linger, the harder they are to get rid of, but if you are paying attention, you know in your heart that they don’t belong.
Nobody likes a messy room––clean it up.
