“Simplicity is about subtracting the meaningless and adding the meaningful.” – John Maeda
I’ve been MIA for a while, so it should not come as a surprise that my de-cluttering process has been stalled as well. While the momentum forward has stopped, I’ve been also too busy to look towards acquiring anything new – so at least there’s that.
Hopefully in August I will be able to get back on track, so please expect more updates around that time.
In the meantime, I have been trying to spend more of my leisure time reading. Even though there never seems to be enough free time, it makes a world of difference to me to get off social media, put my phone in another room, and just dive into a novel. Currently I’m re-reading South of the Border, West of the Sun by Murakami and also starting on Love in the time of Cholera by Gabriel Marquez.
I don’t usually read two fiction works at once because it can be confusing to keep track of two plots, but during times of stress I do feel like Murakami is a confidante.
“I always feel as if I’m struggling to become someone else. As if I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I suppose it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to re-invent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself – as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself.”
― South of the Border, West of the Sun