My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I’m happy. I can’t figure it out. What am I doing right? – Snoopy
I could not be happier. And I can’t really put my finger on why that is. It must be tied to my ongoing journey towards a minimalist lifestyle.
A life free of clutter, chaos and useless possessions. Of not living beyond ones means.
I feel calm, free, and content.
I have always been a bit of a free spirit. Not really believing in all the hype of needing to have the latest new gadget.
But this is different. It is like I have had an awakening. Been reborn.
The thing I find so interesting is that when I attempt to tell others about this minimalist lifestyle they get a weird look on their faces, crinkle their noses and say, “so you want to get rid of some clutter?”
Well yes, but it is so much more than that.
“So you are going to become a monk and live with nothing?”
No, I have nice artwork and photos and a plasma tv(paid for) and a minimalist interior design theme with nice furniture .
Is minimalism a disease?
Should I be walking around with a Scarlet M on my clothing?
I don’t think so.
I am choosing to live simply. I only want to have or do things that truly interest or excite me. Things that matter.
It is a work in progress. Becoming minimalist is a process.
And it is in this process that I am happy.