The Dream Life

Living a dream life is a conscious choice, a revelation that took me years to accept. I used to dread the very phrase "dream life." Life felt like it had to be hard, full of struggle, heart-wrenching and gut-crushing. I'd live this harsh existence, then seek entertainment by watching comedians tear apart their self-respect and self-esteem just to make me laugh. What a pathetic way to entertain myself, I realized.

Then health hit me hard. Faced with mortality, I asked myself: if you had just an hour left, what kind of life would you want? The answer was surprisingly boring.

My heart craved stability with staycation vibes. Not a two-week fancy vacation, but fifty weeks of fancy living, superior driving, heartfull working, and yes, a beautifully boring life. I wanted to make my own meals, binge Netflix on a Sony Bravia X7, and play Blockudoku while waiting in line. Simple. Doable. Very doable.

I made mass changes overnight, removing every source of stress cold turkey. The surgical pain lasted months, but then came the bright light of healing.

I decided to live my dream life: that boring, stable, forever-staycation existence where every day feels like vacation. I built my third space exactly my way, optimizing everything for this dream. It took just six months.

I stripped away all my hard-life ideologies. Now I live the dream, and I couldn't ask for more. Turns out I'm delightfully boring, needing so little: a good baking platform, a quality cocktail bar, simple filter coffee, and stacks of books with a recliner to read them in.

That's it. Are we all just complicating life unnecessarily?