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Requirements for life

Food, clean water, fresh air, a place to sleep without interruption. Time to spend on my own, time to spend with my partner, time to spend on the world.

Sunlight during the day, stars at night-time.

Stories to read, and somewhere to tell my own.

The colours red, green, orange, brown. People who ask questions. People who listen. People who make me want to ask questions and listen.

Always there needs to be something new to learn. Kindness. Curiosity. The smell of rain on the ground.

And patience that one day I will have all these things, and not this artificial coldness, this windowless room, this manufactured air.

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Own the idea, not the object

Walking to work, there’s a store display that always catches my eye – a well-lit shelf filled with diminutive crystalline animals and plants. They rotate the display every couple of days, and they’re always very sparkly and attention-grabbing.

I’m not interested in owning crystal figurines, but I always appreciate the craftsmanship and the ethereal beauty that some of them have.

Today when I walked past, there was a tiny family of crystalline tigers, all the features rendered perfectly to the smallest detail. I slowed for a second for an extended stare before passing on in the street. For half a second, I thought “I wonder how much those would cost…?” before I remembered that I’m not really a figurine sort of person. I just like tigers.

It reminded me of the problem I sometimes have, that when I see something beautiful, I want to own it. I want to possess concepts and make them a part of my life by placing them in my house, as if materialising my attitudes make them more real. Today, though, I finally thought of a good argument for this urge, that isn’t “No, you don’t really want to buy that, if there’s one thing you don’t need it is More StuffTM”.

While I’m not seriously considering buying the tigers, if I did, I know how I could satisfy the urge to spend money on them – by donating money towards a Save the Sumatran Tigers fund, or something similar. If I like tigers, isn’t it better to contribute to their continued survival rather than buying a sparkly figure of one?

That’s an easier call to make – some other purchases might be more difficult to disentangle the value I’m associating with the purchase. I’m going to start thinking about all my purchasing decisions like this from now on, though – am I buying the thing or the idea? If it’s the idea, how can I spend this money in a way that means something rather than just scoring me a representation to maintain?

For me, my life is most satisfying when I feel I am making a positive difference to the world by my actions, and when I’m learning something new. Neither of those things require me owning very much at all, which means other than rent, bills, food and health I can use what I earn to further these interests without giving me more things to clean or maintain. I approve of this.

The only thing I really want to own is a bit of land with a house on, and that’s only because I want to modify my house in certain ways and maintain it as I see fit. I’d also like to adopt more pets from animal shelters, which is difficult to do when renting. Otherwise, owning a house wouldn’t be of interest to me either.

The only thing I really want to leave behind when I go is words.

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Finding your passion

It isn’t unhappiness. It’s probably not even so bad as a recurring headache. But something is nagging at you. Something is missing.

You want to live passionately, but instead you feel you are following a pattern you didn’t intend to weave. The worst part is, you’re not even sure you know what living passionately means.

This is the feeling I have been wrestling with on and off for the last few years.

I live in a westernised, first-world country. Education is subsidised by the government, and we don’t have to pay our tertiary education fees until we earn over a given threshold. When you do finally earn enough to begin to pay back your loan, the money comes out quietly, near-invisibly.

Your options are limitless. And if you are someone like me, the paralysis of choice sets in.

Everything fascinates me to a degree. Even when I narrow my interests down to the things I care for the most, they are still vastly separate and branching fields. Which is why I decided to work in the field of technology and media – I felt I’d have the most flexibility to work with a variety of organisations.

It wasn't the solution. I felt like my attention was still divided, that the passion wasn’t really there. Where I am right now is nice, but I don’t want to still be here in ten years.

Where did I want to be, then? I didn’t know.

Recently, I received the best piece of advice I’ve ever had on the subject, and I wanted to share it here, too.

The thing you are most passionate about, that should be guiding your attention? It is the thing you spend the most time talking about.

When I began to think of it that way, there are only two things I spend a great deal of time talking about in any detail. And now I have narrowed my focus considerably. It’s a start. The rest will come.

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