I was explaining minimalism to a group of people at a dinner one night last month. A guy wearing a post-workday suit-and-tie combo peered at me skeptically when I told him I have no goals, when I told him I have no daily routine, when I told him I have no back-up plan, when I told him I have little concept of time these days, so I often don’t know what time of day it is (or even what day of the week it is).
I could tell he was intrigued, but, because he was caught up in his corporate-controlled life, my life seemed incredibly unrealistic to him. But that’s not his fault—it seemed unrealistic to me two years ago too. Two years ago, my goal-oriented life of “achieving” and working through to-do lists was no different than his.
And then, still in doubt, he posited a question: If you don’t have any goals, then aren’t you just being complacent?
My answer: Yes, if by complacent you mean content. You see, minimalism has helped me become content, it has helped me get rid of life’s excess and be happy with what I have, it has helped me live a more meaningful life. Now thanks to minimalism, I can focus on what’s important, and I don’t have to “achieve” to be happy.
Sounds nice, doesn’t it? That’s because it is.
Further Reading: 100 Days with No Goals.
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