I’ve ran STOP signs a million times … technically.
I slow down until I’m almost stopped, look both ways and keep on keepin’ on. But that doesn’t count.
And when I added this goal to my list, a lot of people were upset. They thought it was reckless. I might get killed or kill someone else. Those people were right. All those things could’ve happened.
It was a stupid goal.
But I didn’t take it off of my list.
I put it there for a reason.
It wasn’t because I wanted to run a STOP sign for the sake of running a STOP sign. That’s easy, and “technically” I do it at every intersection I drive through.
The reason I even added this goal to my list is because, like most people, I follow the law. I follow the law, all the while saying “Fuck the law!” I’ve never intentionally and willingly broke a law … not since I smoked pot when I was younger, anyways.
So I wanted to break a law.
And this weekend, I did. I slowed down just enough to make sure I wasn’t going to kill anyone, and went on my way.
For about a hundred yards when I saw the cop behind me with his lights on.
I guess that makes it official. No more “technically” running STOP signs. Now I’ve got the pink copy of my “Failure to stop at a STOP sign” ticket as evidence.
Fuck the law!
I hate this time of year.
The commercials looping endlessly, telling us to buy, buy, buy.
Retailers opening their doors each year earlier and earlier.
In sadness I watch, helplessly, as our tradition of Thanksgiving is eroded further and further. The anger is intense and unfocused. I’m mad at the stores. I’m mad at the shoppers. If the stores weren’t open, the shoppers wouldn’t go. If the shoppers wouldn’t go, the stores wouldn’t be open…
Thanksgiving is a time for reflection.
It’s a time to appreciate everything you have. For life and health, for this breath you’re taking, for friends and family. It’s a time to stop and remember how blessed our lives truly are. A pause in the hustle. A brief moment to center ourselves, to realign our compass and to find our direction once again.
And it’s being stolen from us year by year, hour by hour, sale by sale.
This year, will you be part of the problem or part of the solution?
Our culture of materialism is little more than corporate-sponsored slavery.
We’re caught in an endless cycle of earning money to spend money. And no matter how much we work, it’s never enough. We’re living paycheck to paycheck, are in debt and have no savings.
Yet, we’re still able to afford to buy shit we don’t need…
Embracing a minimalist lifestyle has allowed me to reject our culture of consumerism. I’m free to create the life I want for myself rather than the one being marketed to me on television. I can ignore the fleeting trends in fashion, the latest technologies and pop culture. By ignoring our materialist culture, I’m free to chase after my dreams and live on my own terms. I can focus my attention, time and money on the things I value and that are a priority to me.
Minimalism appeals to different people in different ways. For some, it’s about style; the appearance of a room. Others find peace in the simplicity of less. For me, minimalism was the key that unlocked the door to my freedom.