18/08/2021
These words sorta just slipped out in a wine-fuelled conversation with my dear friend David, and something about them beckoned us to go ahead and shut up for a moment to let them sink in.
It's a prickly paradox this one, because desire is a natural and healthy feature of being truly alive, and I'm definitely not spartan in my tastes. 🐒
I love indulging in the multiverse of pleasures life has to offer, I adore pretty things, I am never not seduced by shiny new horizons. 🌅
I totally get the minimalist appeal, but I refuse to accept that there is anything pers se wrong with embracing exuberance. 💥
As long as I don't NEED it to feel whole.
As long as I am relying on the intimacy with my experience, not on the attachment to the object that affords the experience, to feel myself, all turned on.
Whether I am sitting in the shade of a tree on a sunny day, or in a 2* Michelin Restaurant — in the end, I'm the source of my ecstasy, not the food, not the sun as such, but how much of it I can truly allow to pe*****te me.
And then, even when it's gone, the source of my experience stays with me, cause it was me all along. And I can tap into it, even sitting alone in an empty dark room. 🧘🏻♀️
There is something about letting go of the fixation on the outside world-of-objects, the worrying and hoping that the world will be as I (think) I want it to be, that frees up whole new dimensions of space for me to actually, truly, take it in. Become one with it.
So in the end, even when there is, technically, less OUT THERE, I end up with more, inside of me.
And I'm not just talking about material, down-to-the-microscopic, world of wine and Vitamin D. 😎
The same principle I have found to be true when it comes to all that lets us know we’re human: love, power, understanding, beauty. And then some.
Which ‘needs’ are you ready to let go of?
