Children, babies, that white picket fence with the barbecues and weekend sangria while the husbands grill. Is that really want we want? Or is that what society has made us to want?
Have we forgotten what we want as people — as individuals being so busy wondering how we look from the outside? Is procreating, buying houses what we really want?
Well here’s what I want.
No house. No wrap around balcony. No ivory mouldings and grand dining sets with the perfect china. But a tiny apartment overlooking an amazing view of the sunset. Mismatched dinnerware and perhaps nothing close to it being ceramic at that. No terrace but a fire escape. To grow herbs and sit out at and gather my thoughts in. No walk in closets, no fancy designer cabinets and a room just for my shoes but a luggage ready to leave for Greenland and Beijing at an instance. At a blink of an eye.
My rackety floors and loose carpeting job will be enough to leave as character to my tiny space. My thin walls will have all my secrets that I whisper at night. This tiny space will be as simple as can be and like a lover, will always be open to me leaving and will always welcome me home with open arms.
She will be thousands of years old and probably owned by a young artist long before my lifetime. Her paint splatters on my kitchen floors will remain there and I look always try and imagine what it was she was trying to passionately create. She will be messy, undone, old, crooked in many ways, raggedy and misjudged. But she will be open, filled with laughter, loving and warm when you need acceptance, never judging, always loyal. She will be simple.
She will have nothing too much but everything I’ll ever need. She will be mine.
A life well traveled, a life well learned, a life well scarred from, A life well hurt but a simple one is what I want. As simple as that.
Stop for a second. Take yourself out of the picture and get on the outside. Now look in. You have full control of your life, your wants, loves, pleasures, dreams. Don’t let society tell you otherwise. Don’t worry about what they think because they don’t think about you at all.