This may sound trivial, even cliché or stupid, but life itself is appreciated with a little more perspective when you reach a certain age. I know, I know... I read like a scolding you might get from your mother or father, but paradoxically, it was only after I turned 32 that I was able to see more clearly how all the things that used to matter to you really don't matter so much. As a teenager, I cared too much about being attractive, beautiful; sort of symbols of consideration and honour for boys my age. I didn't pay enough attention to educating myself or focusing on what mattered to you. I was just another child pretending to be something she didn't have...
It was the passage of time, the only thing that changed that distressing way of finding myself in the world. Something like the step described by the Stoics to find true wisdom, only with the ability to be mentally but materially in a position where nothing really matters to me anymore. And I'm not talking about a state of mind aggravated or driven by negative feelings, no, nothing like that. What has made my life more integrated and infinitely calmer and therefore more authentic is to concentrate on what I can change at will and not so much on what I cannot.
The less I know about something that doesn't interest me, the more genuinely happy I am. Even in artistic aspects such as understanding photography, including the concept of mini-minimalism, helps to understand other things. Space, neatness and essence are some of the things that make me feel real about myself. I fought too many years of my life against myself, defiling and denigrating myself in favour of third parties, that plain and simple, I am no longer pleased with myself, absolutely no one. And it is not pride or superiority.
I do not promote myself, nor do I consider myself better than anyone else. But I have learned that on many occasions in life, in this mere existence that unites us all; that brings us together in this community (to give an example that benefits me) the best option is to pretend a little less. I insist, it is not conformism, it is astuteness. Walter White and Logan Roy, two famous, fictional, iconic characters, what are they after, and where did they end up? Exactly the same place; the grave. It is the equaliser par excellence. Anguish, sacrifices and terrible life choices, all in vain, all squandered. Strangely enough, saying ‘less is more’ may be better than you think...
Here I have found a new place where I hope to feel open, comfortable and sincerely honest with all of you. There are few places where I can be like that. That's why blogging has overcome all barriers. People need communication, expression, freedom, creativity. All under a definite and harmonious order. If you don't believe me, look at PeakD... The most used frontend in HIVE and that combines efficiency, with a simple and intuitive software that makes all of us, users and authors, choose it without question. Because it solves our editing and expression needs in a simple and unchaotic way. You know, ‘less is more’... And no matter what others suggest, sometimes, ‘the less you know, the better’. Trust me.
All photographs and content used in this post are my own. Therefore, they have been used under my permission and are my property.
