I’d trade everything and anything in this world to get my loved one back. Another year. Another month. Another week. I love you so much. All the time I spent on all the wrong things — on things that at the moment seemed right but weren’t.
Material things only temporarily feed the ego and can never replace the relationships and little moments that feed the soul.
I’m a minimalist. I proudly live my life as a minimalist. I take pride in not owning much. I really don’t need much. I’ve had it all and it didn’t mean much.
Minimalism keeps me grounded. It keeps me focused on what matters, and what matters isn’t material things.
Family, whether it be by blood or by choice, that’s what matters. Treasure them. Every single chance you have. They help you become a better person.
To fulfill my purpose in this lifetime. To leave this place a better one for the next generation. That’s what matters.
To live life with passion and intention — that’s what minimalism means to me. Minimalism makes some uncomfortable, because it brings about a silence within you that forces you to face your demons and struggles.
Don’t be afraid of the silence that minimalism brings. It’s in those moments of quiet that you’ll find what matters most to you...