Being Nobody Going Nowhere. That’s not depression. It’s a book on being content with not being ambitious, not setting worldly goals, and simply recognizing the moment, Could you do that? Could you give up your goals and agenda for even one week?
People say that it’s impossible, that we must have goals and plans for the future to be happy. Why? We all seem to always be working towards something but what if you didn’t have to? What if you lived in this moment? What if you decided to be happy? What if you decided to be less?
This is meant in a good sense. If we live now instead of constantly living for someday maybe it would be enough. I think about how I have tortured myself with my own ideals about life, how I came to believe in other people’s standards for success and happiness. What’s wrong with how things are now? Nothing really. Being satisfied with enough is a new turn for me. Becoming a minimalist started out by getting rid of material things. Now as I venture further I find it’s not just about possessions for me. It’s about being content, grateful for what I have, and appreciating this very moment instead of being anxious about how things will turn out.
I was raised with the thinking that nothing was ever good enough, ever perfect enough. We had to try harder, go farther, to accomplish something. As I enter middle age I find that having that degree or being successful in someone else’s eyes is not so important to me anymore. I have refused to buy into the thinking that in order to have self-worth I should be “busy”. Working at an honest job is satisfaction in itself. It shouldn’t have to be measured by monetary gain or status.
In this moment can I find joy with being less?