Extreme Minimalist Lifestyles

Minimalism at its most extreme is being homeless. The homeless have no place to put their things with any security. And so, they have nothing.

Yet they survive still, you see. Unless crippled by drug or alcohol abuse, or mental illness, which many homeless unfortunately are. Or why else would you be homeless, living outside like a dog? Unless you’re a bit outside your mind.

But you can be homeless to your benefit. If you’ll work, and keep clear your head. Especially to-day, with the cost of living—even just the basics to stay alive, food, shelter, and clothing—so high and only rising.

Since shelter is by far the largest expense of modern life, if you live outside, and work, you can save some money very quickly, having to pay nothing for a place to lay your head.

We only make so much at our 9-to-5 jobs, now, afterall. And the cost of housing is a proportionally large chunk of the money an average income makes in the area in which you live—the scam it is. If stuck working a job at average income,—which many are who’ve not attended university, well below average even—paying for shelter leaves only a tiny amount of cash remaining from your paycheck. And then after you pay for food and the utility bills,—gas, electric, water, phone—you’ve no money left to save—and nevermind healthcare!

Or even so, if you did attend college. You go to where are jobs. But to live in these areas is proportionally just as expensive. You make more at work, sure, with your college degree. But you pay more to live too.

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How to Begin Living a Minimalist Lifestyle

The only way to begin living like a minimalist, I’m convinced, is to throw away all the junk,—everything, all of it—in one swift, violent move. It all goes in the trash.

Maybe 3 pairs of clothes you keep, a pot, a skillet, a wooden spoon, a fork, a knife, a plate, a cup, a computer, your phone, a couple toiletry items, soap, a towel or 2, a razor, deodorant, nail-clippers, tweezers. Everything else goes in the trash. Just do it, or you never will.

Or else you make compromises. Well maybe I can just keep this chair instead of this chair. At least I threw away one of the 3 couches. And I can’t just pitch this outfit. Grandma gave it to me that one year for Christmas. It has so many memories attached.

But that’s the problem with junk, you see. Once you have it, you become attached. But it’s just stuff. Once it’s out of sight, it will be out of mind. You’ll see.

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The Minimalist Millennial

That would be me, the minimalist millennial. I was born in ’87. And right now, currently, in 2017, I look round me at all my possessions, and can count on 2 hands everything I own.

I’ve been forced into this life, my reality. I see it so anyway. By the decisions I’ve made evading those other beaten paths. Which paths lead straight off a cliff, I’m convinced—straight to death, all distracted by all the plastic scenery along the way.

There’s no opportunity for me out there—modern industry, consuming. I’m to create my own way instead. Or else wither away. And I’ve yet to wither, as proof. Though I’ve only just discovered—one foot for safety always previously dipped into that life I denounce.

As a minimalist, my distractions are removed. I have nothing, stripped of possessions. I’m chained to nothing because, a form of freedom. Creation is my only concern. It’s all I have to do.

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