It might have been last year when I wrote a piece about the second most wasteful industry in the world – the fashion industry. I don’t have any qualms about people looking nice, but what I find ironic is that people all play a game of dress up with an image – yet – they all want authenticity and transparency.
As soon as I typed the last words of the last sentence – authenticity and transparency, all I could think of was Washington, D.C. and how the election process provides neither for people to vote with.
Mind you, I enjoy fashion, just not for myself. I used to laugh at someone like Steve jobs, or even monks with wearing the same thing each day, but later in life, I get it. When I was younger I thought, “I will have made it when I can get custom made clothing!” When I got the clothing, while I really admired the way everything fit and the quality, a big part of me thought, “what kind of fool have you been? Whom are you actually dressing for?”
It was that question or when I was allowed into boardrooms with shorts and polo after an executive said, “we really don’t care what you wear, we care about what you are working on.” That gave me the green light to the path to becoming happy with what I looked like
Do you feel better in a nice outfit, looking your best? of course you do. But how much time, money and effort do people spend looking an image, versus trying to take off the stuff the world says you need – not the current buzzword of re-invention specialist – but perhaps call it a “life plumber” who flushes away all the crap we really don’t need.
If nothing with the Colorado lab decision, I have dumbed down everything to a life so simple, yet, rich, that most people wouldn’t “get” how happy one can be with so little. Who knows, I might just get fed up with people trying to change or tell me what to wear, act and dress that I will just go off and leave the cares of the world behind to work on something a bit deeper than “should I get blue or red?”
Part of this might simply be age. There was a great quote I never remember where I read it about writers. In the 20’s they write about (I forgot), in their 30’s they write about (I forgot)…40’s, 50’s…70’s. But there is a progression in wisdom and life with how priorities change with what really matters. Each of us is at a slightly different spot on the planet with where and what it is. I guess that is what makes perspective, perception and what we feel/have experienced/learned such that we seem to congregate only with like-minded folks with similar experiences.
I don’t really think this is a great way to live a full life – but it seems to be the way a great portion of the planet chooses. It just gets a bit tiring hearing about how not doing the things of normal life, like drinking, smoking, watching TV, shopping is considered weird.
With all of this rambling missives, my mind does try to ponder the immense scale of 6-7 billion people and where they are on the planet and how complicated the day to day of life can be with human interactions. In that respect it is amazing man hasn’t destroyed himself yet.
Thus, hope springs eternal. Maybe that is why I still sketch women’s dresses, some type of clothing for me, and all the little carry bags/inventor bags. One day I will get an industrial sewing machine and teach myself to sew…why? Because it is something I always wanted to do – just like the vast majority of things I actually have done in life. Instead of thinking about what it would not be possible, one simple asks, “how can I experience doing this?”
And then one goes and does it.