Sorting out your apartment and getting rid of everything you don’t need is a prerequisite for general order in your life. Now it’s time to reach for the shovel and head to the runway; it needs to be cleared of mountains of – primarily mental – debris. And it needs to be cleared by hand. This is no quick or easy task.
Lately I’ve been getting more and more stories along the lines of “I know what causes my apathy, but there’s nothing I can do about it.” What’s surprising is that I don’t sense any bitterness in these messages, nor any kind of real effort to figure out how to change. It sounds more like issuing a challenge. An assertion of their uniqueness, because obviously no one else understands the reasons for their suffering (yeah, right), whereas they understand their own problems perfectly.
We experience suffering or dissatisfaction when we lack something that we feel entitled to.
“How can I be happy without love? Or without children?”, a girl might say to herself, justifying the internal chaos she feels in her relentless pursuit of a man.
“How can I be satisfied without material things, such as a car or a house?” wonders the man who saves every penny as his credit card bills go up.