When life was broke, I wore the black cloak.
Once upon a time there was me, bogged down with mental clutter, to decide my clothing for the day. I was a quintessential teenager, in deep thought about what must I wear daily.
What we wear essentially is an extension of our personality.
As a kid, I was so driven by looking the part daily, that I overdressed to go out to play football, it was just below the building I inhabited, yet I was all ready to smoke everyone with the best outfit.
I wasn't quite ecstatic about the average jersey, rather I wore a black zipper hoodie on my shorts, or a pair of pants, even in a sport that needed me to effortlessly stride with the ball. These outfits to play a game of football did really prove me borderline crazy, but thankfully my game made up for it.
I yet chose looking better, feeling better and hence playing better. But this is truly a really foolish way to go about the wisdom I gathered in my trajectory of clothing. I did what I felt at the time to step towards the mental goal I was trying to achieve which was to never slack on my appearance.
Fast forward to college.
More so, my wife and I have changed about 30 different houses. We lived in all sorts of hotels, temporary serviced apartments, until we got to a more permanent fix.
Our decisions were based on solely where we felt spiritually attuned to finally settle down in a newer and more stable pad. But in the process a lot of baggage had to go, in this high-speed life I was trained to keep it light. I went from 9 anchoring suitcases to a mere 2-3 roll around trolley bags.
All because I found the power of ONE.
To ensure, smart and elite dressing even while I'm living a traveler's life, I realized dialing down to one color in my clothing would help me look good and the same every day, not accentuating the areas of life (clothing) I really don't want to utilize too much of my mind for.
But until I was on the road, I had many multicolored clothes that I never truly ended up wearing and that occupied the space of a bull in my baggage.
I drew a chit out of my hat, and it said: Go All Black.
It was a clear-cut answer for a guy who doesn't actually want to care too much about his outfit but cares too much about his outfit.
As per my inclinations, I strongly inhabit qualities of right dressing. Even in the lowest of times I didn't think I must fall from grace and dress as though the Creator hasn't taken care of me.
When we look wired out, miserable and shoddy we're doing a grave injustice to the Creator who has blessed us all with another day under the sun and with daily providence as per our needs and beyond.
So, I decided I'm going to restructure my wardrobe around the color black and choose the one type of clothing from each peripheral and make my own personal wardrobe out of my suitcase.
I went clothes shopping, and stuck to black formal pants, which even if I own a couple, there's an illusory belief of me owning 10, because they all look the same, and they all look smart.
To my upper body I decided I'm going to cloak it with different sorts of black t-shirts, black shirts, black polo t-shirts, differently designed black shirts with white linings, Mostly black.
This decision zeroed me down to having around a dozen clothes that appear more numerous as I interchange them daily. Basing all my clothes with the color black I slowly plan on expanding my wardrobe to supplementary colors to black, like white, grey, a little bit of red, navy blue etc. MOSTLY BLACK. In clothing I'd like to keep it simple and make the most out of each day without stretching my mind thin as to what must I wear daily, yet always look ready for business. My strategic wardrobe choices have decluttered my mind as I choose the outfit for the day on autopilot as opposed to previously fretting about looking like a banana chip 'cause of a bright yellow shirt that didn't look quite right on me.
This flamboyant maneuver in styling myself, as I see fit, places me on the eccentric spectrum of human civilization but you'd gladly embrace this path of least resistance once you feel you're set free from the worry of repeating your clothes.
'Cause all your black clothes are equally memorable or rather non-memorable yet make you appear smarter every day.
I have just scattered my valuable concept for clothing which I call the SilverBlack Protocol.
It saves me a lot of time, money, effort and space.
Happy SilverBlack shopping!
