Is Mundane Simplicity the Answer?

It has been a thing of mine to need a mountain fix from time to time, strangely I have not had that urge for quite a while and unless there is a train or cable car, it seems unlikely that I will be doing a 1000metre hike again. The “mountains” around here are all less than 400m.

I’ll suggest that many people live ultra-hectic lives and are continually het up about a whole bunch of stuff. People are so foxtrotting busy that they have little time to think and are constantly moving from one perceived devoir to the next. They do a whole load of stuff they don’t enjoy and are constantly worried about a large number of things. Ambition drives them “forward” and acquisitional consumerism eggs them on. People buy stuff they can’t afford to try to impress people they do not like. This is the modern-day hell on earth to which the bulk of western humanity is subscribed.

It is offered up as modern living and we can buy lifestyle magazines which help us consume in accordance with fashion and the latest technology trends.

If modern living is so good, why are so many people so foxtrotting unhappy, stressed-out and on antidepressants?

Humanity has made life very complicated for itself, complexity is a quasi-deity to be worshipped on the way home from the psychotherapist after having bought some vagina scented candles, at a ridiculous price, from a purveyor of snake oil. We install meditation and wellness apps on the principle cause of our hectic hegemony, our smartphones, blessed be their names.

If you are living in the past and looking at the future, you near entirely miss the present.

The mundane and the boring, so declared, are actually highly engaging and interesting if you are fully present in them. There is always a lot going on.

How many times have you been engaged in something that you enjoy and when Pavlov sends you a text, you stop what it is you are doing because you are drooling to know what is in the message?

I long suspected it, that simplicity was actually the answer. When I first tried to stop the world in order to get off, it was damn weird. There was a time a period of many years in fact when I was scheduled to the nearest five minutes. Now if there is more than one or two things per week, written in the dementia proof diary, it is highly unusual. Yet we find plenty to do and without any hurry and very little stress. A lot of what I write about here is mundane. People might scoff and think that boring.

It took me a number of months to de-tox from the hectic lunacy.

Now, there is nothing urgent.

I don’t have to talk with important people about weighty subjects. I am not trying to impress anyone. I don’t need to do a personal development plan laden with goals and objectives. I don’t have to justify myself if I fail to meet a target.

The things humanity does to itself in the name of “progress” seem more than a tad masochistic from where I am sat now.

Does it all have to come really crashing down before humanity realises, that if it was not so obsessed with progress and wealth, climate change would not be an issue. Reduce consumption-reduce greenhouse gases. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist. This simple message is not the one being touted. We must make things more complicated in order to get climate change under control.

One must not challenge the ultimate deity of acquisitional material consumerism. It is our Lord and God.

If we all lived a simpler life… There would be less drama, less stress. Hell, we as a species might even cheer up and get a little happier…

No matter how hard I shake my crystal ball, with snow in, I can’t see it happening anytime soon.