The road to minimalism is decorated with all the usual discomforts that come with change, from the guilt of indulgence to the glaring realisation that you’ve been moving, except in the wrong direction.
From the beginning, Minimalism in my mind has represented the path that would help me pare back all the distractions, all the debris and all the disillusionment that exists within my life so that I could get to the core of what life is really about. But so far, I am fighting a battle with the ‘me’ that I have dedicated 30 years to creating, and every single day is an epic battle. My brain, my habits, my weaknesses, my environment, my lifestyle has (up until the last 6 month) been designed to cater for indulgence, excess, greed and the unceasing hunger for more.
How easily my mind tricks me into thinking that it is acceptable to buy order after order from online stores, how deviously it makes me believe that spending money will make me happy and that I’ll regret it if I don’t. These subliminal influences ever so gently nudge me off course, bit by bit, thought by thought until one day I realise with a start that I don’t even know where it is I’m headed anymore.
Today I met someone who does not come from a life that is as lucky as mine and because of this he has to work so much harder to even dream of having what I have. And one question he asked me which was a sobering dose of reality was: “If you knew you would die in 2 years time, what would you spend your time doing?” I answered without hesitation: “I’d travel the world”, to which he laughed and said, “We say that and yet if we look at what we do day-to-day, it doesn’t reflect that at all”.
My Dream: to be free and not anchored down by possessions, to be weightless so that I can move easily to wherever I may please, all around the world.
My Reality: spend most of my time working to make money, which I will then waste while countless hours shopping for things I don’t need.
I’ve watched countless Youtube videos on Minimalism, I have read books on the topic, I have watched documentaries and while they do act as a gentle reminder of what I should be doing, nothing is more sobering than someone smacking you in the face with reality and pushing you out of your existing perspective and into a new one.
Therefore my recommendation is: if you choose to go on this journey and you’re going to be in it for the long haul, then invite and welcome these reality-givers into your life with open arms. They will be people from different walks of life, people you may not normally associate with, people who see with different eyes then you and those close to you. They will help propel you into the direction you want to go in when you are wayward and lack the discipline or strength to follow your goal. Let them pry open your mind and your eyes so that you can see what’s really there.