I’ve commented before on the increasingly popular activity of ranting
against minimalism. One writer calls it
oppressive, another unsustainable. My
knee-jerk reaction to these comments is admittedly negative, perhaps because I
remember spending three days jamming possessions into boxes when, as a
11-year-old, my family was forced to move from a large house to a tiny
apartment due to my parents’ divorce.
The relief of knowing I can lose all my possessions and easily replace
them all is a boon to me.
Anti-minimalists – because they aren’t just not minimalists but are public
critics of the lifestyle – seem to be struck by terror that the minimalists are
coming to take all their things away and force them to live with a single pea
on their plate. As shown in this graphic. The horror. They resist the fact that there is no
Minimalist Inquisition arriving, and even hoarders are unlikely to be strapped
to the rack and tortured until they deny their faith and take up the cross of
minimalism.
While minimalists may practice decluttering or frugality religiously, it
is, for the long-term minimalist, because these activities produce a greater
sense of peace, prosperity, and even joy.
Nowhere is it written that, once minimalist, no person may ever purchase
an extra pair of socks or eat a steak, though the self-righteous editorialist
may decry him as heretical.
That said, I was struck by half a sentence in the single-pea article
that made me view minimalism a little differently: “There’s an arrogance to today’s minimalism that presumes it provides an answer rather than, as originally intended, a question”. The article goes on to (arrogantly) provide “the
question” for the reader. But the idea that
minimalism is a question rather than an answer captivated me.
In Japan, I lived without a bed for two
years not because I was a proudly sacrificial minimalist; I had never heard of
minimalism. Rather, it is culturally
normal in Japan to sleep on a futon, fold it up and put it away every morning,
as one might make a bed. The act of
placing the sleeping materials tidily out of the way was refreshing. I “made my bed” daily in Japan because it
reduced visual clutter, even though I wasn’t aware of the concept yet, and provided
more space to live my life in until bedtime.
Back in the US, Lizard Boy and I have a
bed. Not only do we have a bed, we have
a Sleep Number bed. And we love it. And yes, I am still a minimalist, not a
Buddhist monk.
Why do I have a $3,000 bed? For one thing, my husband and I like to sleep
together, but do not like the same firmness of mattress. For another, we saved our cash to be able to
buy one, so by definition we were able to afford one. In a way, sharing an adjustable bed instead
of buying two separate beds is an act of minimalism, but minimalism was not the
driving force in our decision.
So, what is this big question that
minimalism is supposed to represent? As
the style of minimalist art was created by men and women who wanted to provide
a new way of looking at art, the lifestyle of minimalism is about providing a
new way of looking at life. Minimalism
is embodied in the question, “Should this be important to me?” Sometimes, the answer is yes, and we keep the
relationship, hobby, memorabilia, or $3,000 bed to share with our spouse. Other times, like fearful and arrogant
attitudes, the answer is no, and we shed those unimportant aspects of our lives
and move forward with a feeling of freedom.
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