travel gives you a kind of perspective on life and priorities like none other. it gives me clarity. if forces me to let go of all of that mental nonsense swirling around and leaves me to focus on my art and loved ones. which raises the question of why we let ourselves get to that mental nonsense? why do we beat ourselves up and are never content with what we have?
why do we let societal pressure sink into our subconscious even though our beliefs don't align with what society dictates? simply having a roof over our head means we have so much more than the majority of the world population. yet we still lust for those other, newer, bigger things. at what point do we break from this cycle and just live freely? at what point do you say it's enough?
it is enough. it's more than enough. i'd much rather have a minimalist lifestyle with respect to owning less, and lead a much more rewarding experientialist life, where doing and making and seeing things are my priority. life is short. there's so much of this world to take in. i've de-cluttered my head, time to de-clutter my life.
here's a quick shot of when paul and i went swimming in a half-open mexican cenote last week, with bats flying around us as we traversed this underground river. this is more important than any iphone gadget ever invented.
