Some days, the idea of minimalism feels like a freeing game, the rush of decluttering reminiscent of all the highs I used to love—chocolate, Bulleit rye, vicodin. Other days, I wonder if minimalism is just another status, box to check, and goal to achieve to finally obtain optimal living.
Is the want for happiness driving us to fit our lives into any trend that promises betterment?
A lot of articles and podcasts talk about the struggles of living with less. People don't understand your aversion to consumerism. Sometimes the urge to resist buying is too great. It takes work to maintain the minimalist lifestyle. Nothing is easy.