A Minimalist Life

Our circumstances have led us to start getting rid of nearly everything we own, and the freedom this brings is exhilarating. Our home is going from cluttered to positively empty — a room once used for storage is already bare.

Our ultimate dream has always been to live in a one-room place, simple and plain as can be. We don’t need “pretty”, we don’t need picket fences. In fact we turn away from these things in favour of decorations found in nature — sticks and branches, stones and animal skulls. We like simple and functional furniture found in garbage piles. We generally don’t keep mementos; instead we keep craft materials like leather and clay, things we can use to advance our creativity and feed our souls.

Now our dream is coming true. We are insanely excited to leave our two-bedroom apartment and make a home of a cheap secondhand trailer, provided that we can find one. I’ve left my unhealthy work environment, hoping to get freelance editing work. There is no security in what we’re doing, but we feel these are the best decisions we’ve ever made in our life. Security often keeps people imprisoned and wary of going after their real dreams. I find that true security is found in faith in the universe and believing in ourselves to get through difficulty.

If you have a dream, just pursue it. Make the jump and trust in the universe. All the worries of “what if” only serve to manifest trouble — manifest hope instead.



4 thoughts on “A Minimalist Life

  1. I so relate to your words!! Ever since I was a child in a 3,000 sf house with adults who didn’t want to see us, t have wanted to live small and simple, and close.

    I too save all those scraps of leather and pieces from nature. ;}

    And everyone I know relates to the thrill of getting rid of “stuff”! People always sigh in relief at just the idea.

    We are such a “productive” society and we’re all drowning in the excess, some of us trying futilely to rescue things from the dump, thinking we’ll save something else from being manufactured to replace it, but the attempt is symbolic at best, or maybe an honorable statement, but ultimately a personal/spiritual burden.

    I wish you well, am happy for your quitting a job that made you suffer, and excited to hear of your next phase.

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