Sorry for being a little philospohical today, but I would like to share some ramblings with you. I am reading a book written by a Hungarian writer and it is kind of like a revelation to me. It is about finding the meaning of life. Not an easy topic, I know, but it really speaks to me. I am not a very satisfied and positive person. Recently I started to feel that something may be wrong with me. Many would say that I am a very fortunate person - which I am completely agree with -,but still I am complaining a lot. I feel very rarely satisfied. And this book says that it is completely normal to feel like that. It has something to do with our dreams more precisely with the fact that dreams have no limits at all. It says that the longer you dream about something, the more disappointed you will be when it comes true. Because in your dreams everything is possible. And when it comes to reality suddenly there are limits. Which implies that your dreams will never come true in the way you imagined them.
For example you see a great jeans in a catalog. You imagine that they will look flattering on you, your legs will look longer, your butt will look smaller. The next day you walk in the shop with great expectations and you realize that
a) it does not look flattering at all
b) the color is rubbish
c) your size is not in stock
d) they are far too long
And the more time elapses between spotting it and going to the shop, the bigger your disappointment will be. You think about it a lot, you imagine yourself wearing it on your city-trip (you imagine how amazing you will look like on the photos), you may already buy new shoes that will go perfectly with your dream jeans.
Because if you think about something a lot,
more and more detailed and
more and more polished
in your head.
To stay true to the nature of this blog, I will tell you another example. I have a very clear picture about my dream home. It is located in a nice urban area. It is an apartment in an old building full of character. It has large spaces, high ceilings, wooden floors, large windows with wooden frames and interesting architectural details. Like this one for example:
photo via design sponge
I think about it so much, that I can see every little thing very clearly. I add more details to it every day. It is already perfect.
But most certainly I will never live in an apartment like that. Well, maybe not never, but I have to admit that chances are very low. Because my reality has its limits:
-my husband's ideas
-the fact that my children's school is not located in a nice urban area, but in the suburbs where homes do not have any character only plastic window frames and laminate flooring
So most certainly I will never be satisfied with my home. Which sounds very sad, but may be true...
And after reading these thoughts, I realized why transforming our living room felt so good. Because it was spontaneous. I had not think about it a lot. On Saturday morning I decided that we should rearrange the furniture in the living room. We did it after lunch. Then I decided to go to IKEA. I knew we had very little money for this now, but I thought that we could buy a couple of small things. And voilà in the evening we had a new living room. And that moment I felt really satisfied. I know it is not very spectacular, but I firmly believe that these unexpected and spontaneous little things can bring real joy to our life!
And how about your dreams?