we find inspiration in stories of everyday folks who have decided to begin living a minimalist life.
recently, 18-year old, tom, shared his story with us:
I am Tom and I have found minimalism early in my life. I am only a freshman in college, but I have finally realized what that nagging feeling in the back of my brain was.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have enough, it was always that I had too much. My memory is short and so is every day of my life; I don’t have the time or patience to sift through a thousand items just to get something for school. I needed to clean my room of all the stuff and papers and ideas and documents and things that didn’t matter to me. So I threw it all away. Recycled, excuse me.
In my three months since I started acting on my newfound philosophy, I have stripped my room down to my essential items. Now, finally, my room reflects me; this wasn’t something I ever could say before. The few items that are there reflect me, because they are the most important. Having this new focus and desire has spurned me through turbulent times in the family, and it’s been well worth the hassle to the point of exponents.
I have understood the need to stop buying and consuming. I no longer buy needless “things” and “stuff.” My media library of games and music has been whittled down to the select few I can replay without losing my mind. My shelves are bare, and I like them that way. My bank account has been relatively stagnant, aside from food and gas, and waits for me to use it on tuition.
I have understood the need, when there is an item that is absolutely necessary, to buy one thing that just works and does what it is told. My computer, for example. I consolidated into a single laptop. In a few months I will gather up the funds and buy a Mac rather than try and deal with weaker hardware and Windows Vista. For a computer science major like myself, this is uplifting.
Even the little things, like hooking every electronic item in my room (now lowered to only three things: a clock, a pair of speakers, and a small lamp) to a power strip, and flipping it off as I leave the room. It brings peace to my mind, and I can finally breathe freely.
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