The Alternative to Minimalism Is Not Maximalism.
While listening the author of goodbye, things advocate for an extreme version of minimalism, it occurred to me that what I’m after is not minimalism after all, but something just shy of minimalism – around 80% of minimalism. The extremes of everything repulse me, and oftentimes 80% of a good thing is the sweet spot. If a hoarder is a maximalist, and my homeless brother is a minimalist, then I definitely want to live somewhere in between the two.
In my lucid moments, my search for meaning has always been more of a purge than a collection, but that doesn’t mean I’m striving for monkdom. Rather it looks like this: I invested a few minutes yesterday posting a bunch of my musical equipment for sale on Next Door – guitars, amps, drums, etc. – musical instruments I never play but for some reason reassure myself that I’ll play some day (e.g. wishful thinking).
What does your Minimalism look like?