If we are to be better, we are to live better: simpler I think. Life has gotten away from us, so quick are we to judge, scroll and lose ourselves in our black screens. Escaping from the very thing we are here for: life and its wondrous complexities.
I am certainly guilty of this, but now I’ve stepped back and reorganized my thinking. It’s not the meaning of life, but the meaning in life I tell myself. Slowly it’s coming back to the surface, back to the light it needs.
How we live is paramount in this era, and too how we think. The present requests a great deal from us, and the future will be demanding more.
To live simpler and with clarity is part and parcel to resolve or at least a means to soothe. I am not suggesting a monastic existence, though sometimes that seems appealing in contrast to todays worries. I do however believe that simplification is the best route forward: less consumption, less phrenetic need to fill the void.
Our living spaces are where we start and end our days, and live all the moments between. They nourish and inspire us, give us shelter from more than rain.
It is clear then, why our living spaces should go beyond mere space and four walls, into emotion and memory, this is their built utility: a machine for life and living, buffering and vacillating life forward.