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Treading Totems
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So I think in personal life, we have the opportunity to really think about inflection points. You want to think about these things as what I’ll call options. An option is a relatively small investment you’re making today that buys you the right, but not the obligation, to make a bigger investment in the future. ~Rita McGrath on Hidden Brain, 16 March 2025
We are drowning in stuff. No kidding. Maybe because you don’t see it directly, your intellect doesn’t process the existence. The plethora of excess that humans produce without prior planning of a place for it all once it dies on us, along with the scraps we casually dispense or deem rotten, unfit, broken, ineffective, and futile. Although, I’m curious if you’ve ever spent time looking at the mounds in any landfill. Are you one of those who easily chucks your waste in the garbage, especially regardless of size minuscule to larger than your bins can hold? We’re a tossing-away culture, typically not taught to care about the supply chain. Selfishly thumbing our noses at the idea that it matters to us where our refuse ends up or who has to deal with it when it gets to any space of finality.
Antiquing is much more than an archaic streak. I consider it to be a missed experience by most of us. Literally reusing whatever has been generated. Manufacturing from anything previously crafted. I get that this could pain those who can’t curtail the fresh effect. Anyone who sniffs the feel of a never-before-held artifact. Only, I caution you, if you’re such an egocentric soul to assume your ways won’t result in a sooner demise of our earthen home. Recently, while out meandering my local community with a girlfriend, we logged over three hours in one of my favorite spots. This tremendous antique mall, immacuately packed minus a stitch of dust at four stories tall and a full New York City block in length, wall-to-wall and up to the ceilings. It reminded me that we have plenty on our planet.
If this is paradise
I wish I had a lawnmower ~(Nothing but) Flowers by Talking Heads
I get off on playing the mindful “What if…?” game. Deliberately ruminating about possibilities that…
