Recipe for Humanity
by Grayson Perry
You will die, you are alone
There is no god upon his throne
Impose thy will upon Earth's mess
Else your life is meaningless
No hell below, no heaven above
Life life now and act with love.
I'm 60. After a lifetime of career, mortgage etc I read this poem and thought what is this bollocks of a life I'm leading to prop up the economy and keep up with the Joneses. All that expensive bucket list rubbish, new car, dopamine hit Instagrammable, big telly, next cruise to justify the grind, making memories and ticking of milestones is something we're told to keep us working away to make the rich richer. In the process our hearts and souls become impoverished.
All those milestones are empty when you look back on them. Only today matters.
I had a good, hard think and realised I was happiest camping where I lived a small, minimal life, less stuff, more time, more freedom. The hills and beach there to be explored every day. Minimal chores as there was nothing to clean or maintain.
Gave up my job, sold my house and downsized (to the smallest, cheapest home I could). Now I muck about - just that. No kids, lots of friends. I have the life of riley with no material shit, no worries, no aspirations other than to make the very most of all the little and wonderful things of today. I'm more content than I ever thought possible whilst having less materially than anyone I know.