Undoubtedly, living with less has improved my existence in many aspects, especially emotionally, I have experienced a lot of tranquility and I do not feel pressured by any kind of trend or advertising; I simply keep my essence and my minimalist lifestyle. However, there are many things that I have not been able to let go of, not because I don't want to but because they are not mine and this makes me feel a weight in my head, especially it makes it difficult for me to rest visually.
I am the oldest of four siblings, I remember that my mom and dad worked hard to raise us. It was not easy for them, however, they made an effort to give us what they could within their possibilities and they did it very well because in terms of values and principles, which is the fundamental education that every child requires, they were at the foot of the cannon.
As we didn't have many possibilities to have a room for each one of us, the four brothers slept in the same room. My dad bought two bunk beds that served us well and that I remember fondly because it allowed the four of us to be together, basically each one's space was his bed because everything else was shared.
Of all my siblings, the one who still lives with my parents is me, and my room is the original room in which I grew up with my three brothers. The detail is that as each one made their own life, they left some of their belongings in this room, belongings that still remain with me and that far from tying me to memories or bringing me good times, they make my visual rest difficult.
I don't tie myself to many things because I am very practical and very basic but my mom does and here is the result. My room has three windows of which only one is mine, I have to hang clothes but there are also my brother's things there and I can't take them out of my room because my mom doesn't allow me to and as for the windows neither because there is no more space in the house, so they are there like when the four of us slept in the same room, therefore, I am surrounded by many things that as I mentioned before I would like to clear but I don't have the authority because even though it is “my room” they are things that bring my mom nice memories of her children's childhood and to which she feels emotionally attached but with a huge bond.
Having all these things makes me have to clean more, I don't have much space left to put my clothes and another thing that is also here in my room is one of the two bunk beds that my dad bought more than twenty years ago. In addition to that bunk bed there is my bed plus everything I am showing you, so my room is like a small space where there are pieces of years long gone and that somehow prevents me from evolving to be more comfortable and feel lighter in my mind.
I don't want to sound like an ungrateful person nor much less cause any kind of discomfort to my mom, for sure in the moment that I also have to leave I will leave something of mine in this room, meanwhile I am resilient and I adapt but I am convinced that if I could remove many of these things my mind would rest better and I could think in the future to make a closet that is covered where you can not see the clothes, have a nightstand and my bed. I just think that by making these changes I can have a better rest while sleeping and of course a constant eyewash for my eyes and my mind because the more space I have the more peace I will feel. In spite of everything, I adapt and I am still happy. Respect for the feelings of others is also a beautiful quality of a minimalist person.
All photos are my own, taken with a Realme 7i.
