SifuPhil
R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
- Location
- Pennsylvania, USA
I was never a minimalist until I had to be ... and then I couldn't stop.
My name is Philip, and I'm a minimalist.
Not in ALL things, mind you - just the things that matter. To me.
In my late teens and early twenties I was a marketing company's wet dream: everything I saw I had to buy, had to possess. Didn't matter if it was the latest camera, the latest fashion or the latest piece of useless junk - I had to have it. It was an addiction, not to the items I purchased as much as to the idea that I COULD purchase them. But as I've since discovered, the ability to do a thing is not quite the same as the wisdom involved in doing it.
I think the first hint that I was out of control was when I got married (big surprise, right?). What better way to realize that you've gone a bit overboard on the junk collection than having a 24/7 observer / commentator?
Plus - she had more stuff than ME. It was like looking into a mirror and not liking the reflected image. Now it wasn't MY stuff cluttering up an apartment - it was HER stuff overflowing through a house. That made all the difference in the world, and that's when I had my epiphany: it was time to get rid of my crap.
Like most marriages ours was a wonderful one at times and horrid at others, but after a 15-year run one of the most important lessons I learned - for which I'll always be grateful to my ex- - is that minimalism is the way to go. No wrenched backs when moving, no taking an entire weekend to clear a path to the bathroom, no more soggy cardboard boxes in the damp basement or constant searches for a particular piece of garbage.
It's freedom. It's the beauty of simplicity.

It's being able to lay your hands upon what you need, when you need it, without having to call in the National Guard, a dozen trained search dogs and a psychic.
It's the elimination of the stress in your life: no longer do you have to worry about storing, cleaning, preserving and guarding your STUFF. My older brother Mickey once uttered a throw-away line that has nonetheless stuck in my brain ever since:
The more you own, the more it owns you.
How true.
My name is Philip, and I'm a minimalist.
Not in ALL things, mind you - just the things that matter. To me.
In my late teens and early twenties I was a marketing company's wet dream: everything I saw I had to buy, had to possess. Didn't matter if it was the latest camera, the latest fashion or the latest piece of useless junk - I had to have it. It was an addiction, not to the items I purchased as much as to the idea that I COULD purchase them. But as I've since discovered, the ability to do a thing is not quite the same as the wisdom involved in doing it.
I think the first hint that I was out of control was when I got married (big surprise, right?). What better way to realize that you've gone a bit overboard on the junk collection than having a 24/7 observer / commentator?
Plus - she had more stuff than ME. It was like looking into a mirror and not liking the reflected image. Now it wasn't MY stuff cluttering up an apartment - it was HER stuff overflowing through a house. That made all the difference in the world, and that's when I had my epiphany: it was time to get rid of my crap.
Like most marriages ours was a wonderful one at times and horrid at others, but after a 15-year run one of the most important lessons I learned - for which I'll always be grateful to my ex- - is that minimalism is the way to go. No wrenched backs when moving, no taking an entire weekend to clear a path to the bathroom, no more soggy cardboard boxes in the damp basement or constant searches for a particular piece of garbage.
It's freedom. It's the beauty of simplicity.

It's being able to lay your hands upon what you need, when you need it, without having to call in the National Guard, a dozen trained search dogs and a psychic.
It's the elimination of the stress in your life: no longer do you have to worry about storing, cleaning, preserving and guarding your STUFF. My older brother Mickey once uttered a throw-away line that has nonetheless stuck in my brain ever since:
The more you own, the more it owns you.
How true.