It's time to de-clutter
Because of the blog post about minimalism, some people requested a little further explanation of that.
It was Christmas 2015 and the loans, credit card loans and borrowing of money shot up to a chilling and dark £1.5BN as a majority. A great Christmas was in order and exactly that -- only that. Parents running around, with their co-dependency debt mindsets, screaming out towards their children in such a telepathic erratic way; "please love me!", "love me now!", as they spend their hard earned cash on "valuables" and products, that the children wouldn't have even known about if parents didn't allow their children to watch floods and tsunamis of television, with adverts, daily.
This process of psychological and emotional madness, completely locked in alignment with the sadistic advertisement companies -- who's workers also spend their money on the products that EVEN they sell. This craze of madness from the narcissists and co-dependent's of society, only to go home to warp up presents among presents, in which their children and family's already have ENOUGH STUFF.
Cocktails and clinking, festivals of food and music so loud your ears fall off. And then it hits -- boom inside your mind -- and so shall it be. . . The Day After Christmas. Boxing Day! The Day that should be re-named to "I realised I spent all that fucking money". The day of emotional regret, emotional disease.
You check your credit balance. You check your bank balance. You check your finances at home. Your out-goings have been MORE than your INCOME. But, of course, that doesn't stop you -- you continue to go to work in your beautiful shoes, whilst purchasing starbucks daily, thinking of course without your single contribution to this economical matrix model, it shall fail (of course, false).
You go home to your shit-hole of a home, untidy, a mess; shoving a pizza in the oven, whilst around you is filled with misery of materialism, even the objects themselves are miserable to be with somebody like you.
A gorgeous spliffing-mxiture of such a process is enough to make anybody go insane . . . The lack of relaxation, the complete focus of trying to make your children love you, the overspending and the overeating . . . What ever shall you do?
So, you think to yourself; "I'm going to tidy!" and poorly you do. You put toys in boxes, boxes in more boxes and boxes of the highest performance, of course, in the loft or the shed. Filling valuable spaces, only African children can dream of, with your utter crap over the years that has accumulated.
And the left suggestion shall be . . . You can get rid of some stuff, can you not?
And this is why your life sucks ... Full of stress ... Full of stuff ... Full of false logic towards relationships ... Living simplistically means, the very eradication of stress; that is what your goal should be. And because of that goal, once seeded in the unconscious, will bring you to clear your house, clear your relationships and surely clear your stress.
What are you not, THATS happy? You're not stress-free! And definitely, not a minimalist.
It was Christmas 2015 and the loans, credit card loans and borrowing of money shot up to a chilling and dark £1.5BN as a majority. A great Christmas was in order and exactly that -- only that. Parents running around, with their co-dependency debt mindsets, screaming out towards their children in such a telepathic erratic way; "please love me!", "love me now!", as they spend their hard earned cash on "valuables" and products, that the children wouldn't have even known about if parents didn't allow their children to watch floods and tsunamis of television, with adverts, daily.
This process of psychological and emotional madness, completely locked in alignment with the sadistic advertisement companies -- who's workers also spend their money on the products that EVEN they sell. This craze of madness from the narcissists and co-dependent's of society, only to go home to warp up presents among presents, in which their children and family's already have ENOUGH STUFF.
Cocktails and clinking, festivals of food and music so loud your ears fall off. And then it hits -- boom inside your mind -- and so shall it be. . . The Day After Christmas. Boxing Day! The Day that should be re-named to "I realised I spent all that fucking money". The day of emotional regret, emotional disease.
You check your credit balance. You check your bank balance. You check your finances at home. Your out-goings have been MORE than your INCOME. But, of course, that doesn't stop you -- you continue to go to work in your beautiful shoes, whilst purchasing starbucks daily, thinking of course without your single contribution to this economical matrix model, it shall fail (of course, false).
You go home to your shit-hole of a home, untidy, a mess; shoving a pizza in the oven, whilst around you is filled with misery of materialism, even the objects themselves are miserable to be with somebody like you.
A gorgeous spliffing-mxiture of such a process is enough to make anybody go insane . . . The lack of relaxation, the complete focus of trying to make your children love you, the overspending and the overeating . . . What ever shall you do?
So, you think to yourself; "I'm going to tidy!" and poorly you do. You put toys in boxes, boxes in more boxes and boxes of the highest performance, of course, in the loft or the shed. Filling valuable spaces, only African children can dream of, with your utter crap over the years that has accumulated.
And the left suggestion shall be . . . You can get rid of some stuff, can you not?
And this is why your life sucks ... Full of stress ... Full of stuff ... Full of false logic towards relationships ... Living simplistically means, the very eradication of stress; that is what your goal should be. And because of that goal, once seeded in the unconscious, will bring you to clear your house, clear your relationships and surely clear your stress.
What are you not, THATS happy? You're not stress-free! And definitely, not a minimalist.
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