It’s been a week and a half since I began this experiment in
“living deliberately”—or “living unconsciously” as my classmate has geniously
phrased the experiment—and both terms completely capture the spectrum of my
lessons learned. I would often catch myself instinctively reaching for paper
towels, grabbing my set of car keys, and checking my email. There wasn’t a
reasonable explanation for any my actions, I just did it because I always had.
I realized I had become a machine; a piece that moved when the machine moved.
The television told me a factory somewhere was making brilliant strides forward
in paper towel technology, so I had to be part of the action. Besides, these
paper towels were the only option to
clean up the mess from a delicious chicken dinner that was available just
around the corner! Well, better use my car to get there since I can’t possibly
carry all the cheap goods I’ll buy back home if I walk. So, yes, this simple
experiment brought all this unconsciousness to reality by deliberately seeking
alternative options. But, in effort to keep this blog concise, I’ll briefly
state that I followed my goals as best I could. I fell short in some areas,
succeeded in others, but learned equally from all of them. Now, let me get real.
Since I started living
deliberately, not only have I become aware of my unconscious way of life, but
also have had to frequently face the billion dollar question (which is the
point of this experiment, I think): “How do I want to live?” Well, opposed to
how I want to die, ironically, I want my life to be loud and uncomfortable.
But, isn’t this what everyone is trying to avoid in the relentless quest for
success and happiness? Exactly. This week has taught me that if, until now, the
way I have lived is unconscious and,
therefore irrational, then rationalizing the way I want to live is a step in
the right direction. Likewise, if happiness and success are subjective terms,
then relating objective entities such as money, food, technology, and property
to be the cause of our happiness or success doesn’t make much sense. This, I
believe, is where the majority of us seem to be missing the boat. Modern
conveniences such as grocery stores packed with delicious food, or luxury cars
with comfortable leather interiors that tell you when to turn, absolutely do
not create happiness. They are what they are—a building and a machine. They are
not happy-factories or successful-cars.
Go ahead, tell your friends you just came back from the happy-factory and wait
for their response. Yet, we all too often attach “comfortable” with “car,”
which results in our “happiness,” and is precisely why I don’t want to be
comfortable in the first place.
The one thing I noticed throughout
this week, as I refrained from driving and chose to walk to the far less
convenient farmer’s market, was that I was uncomfortable.
I was outside when I walked down the street and the city was loud. The sounds
of the city were filled with chirping birds, interesting conversations, and sirens
from ambulances. I could smell the flowers and trees of D.C. blooming.
Everything was real and it was far better than being isolated in my car. I began
to feel connected to my city, and
became aware of my potential impact on my surroundings, in which I felt more
responsible for my decisions. I’ve determined this is why I naturally felt more
compelled to help my peers, and noticed a consistent improvement in my mood
(reason=productive work=pride). I can’t help but wonder how these changes,
taken to a larger scale, will impact my life from here forward. My conclusion,
at least for the time being, is that being uncomfortable is the best way to
break the cycle of living unconsciously and that living deliberately eventually
leads to real happiness.