In those earliest moments of the morning, when you are just barely awake, do you think deep philosophical thoughts? One of the benefits of waking up before the alarm goes off is that you ease into the day from sleep. Sometimes, I realize that I am thinking about things that seem a bit silly after coffee and a walk.
This morning, I was wondering whether being a proponent of something (say minimalism) automatically defines an opposition. If you are in favor of something, is there always someone against it?
What got me thinking about this was a video series recommended by a friend that defined minimalists as people who do as little as possible. He went on to say that based on this, minimalism leads to laziness and mediocrity.
At first I wondered if he was unaware of the motivation to be a minimalist, to focus on what is really important rather than acquiring objects, so that you can use all of your resources to create a meaningful life. But if he is really aware of this, could he really be interpreting minimalism as just laziness?
I have heard the argument that minimalism is bad for the economy, since we need to buy things to create more jobs, but this really was a surprise.
What do you think? Valid alternative interpretation or out of left field?
I believe that choosing a simpler life is the path to a happier life. And, I understand that it is important to follow rules.
Rules bring fairness and order to the world. They make the highways safer.
But, simply spending your life following the rules is not enough to be happy.
It is not enough to reach your best dreams. It is not enough to expand your mind or create something beautiful and new.
So, even if you choose never to break or even bend a rule, let’s promise to do a little more than that.
Beautiful day at the park
Last week, I visited the Florida Keys for a few days. On the way there, I stopped at a race track to learn something about dog racing. I really don’t know much about dog racing, but I have adopted a wonderful greyhound who is retired from racing. If you have ever met me or read my blog, you now that I love my dog. And talk about him a lot.
A few days after he came to live with me, the adoption group sent me his racing records. I never really looked carefully at them, but I remember he raced in Florida. Dog racing is very controversial, but it is still pretty popular there. I thought if I went to his former home, I might learn something about what shaped him and made him such a lovely creature. I went to the track, now a casino too, and looked around. They were not racing that afternoon, and there were no dogs there. No one seemed to know where the dogs were kept, or who was in charge of them. Everyone was inside, betting in the casino or on televised dog races at other tracks.
Aside from a few shouts when someone won a bet, the place could have been a library with all of the studying going on. We had a nice lunch, and went on with the vacation.
When I returned home, I was a little sad that I did not learn more about my beautiful dog’s history, but this is what I found:
He isn’t interested in that track anymore. This is his life now. He races up the stairs and chases me when we play.
Happy New Year!