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I grew up in Ohafia, Abia State, as my mother's only child. My life was simple and uneventful until my father passed away. The unexpected loss left a gap in our home, prompting my mother to teach me the art of minimalism. I recall feeling as if it were a punishment rather than a lesson. At first, I couldn't see the rationality of her actions. My mother's new routines seemed to be relentless. She would spend hours methodically organising every area of our house, tossing goods we no longer needed and insisting on creating things herself rather than buying pre-made
. I remember refusing her pleas to help with gardening or cleaning, thinking these were just responsibilities put on me to make my life more difficult. "Why are we spending so much time on this when we could simply buy what we need?" I'd mutter internally. She appeared to be attempting to deprive me of the conveniences I had grown accustomed to, rather than providing any genuine benefit.
However, something changed with time. I started to realise why she was so insistent on minimalism. One day, I gave away some old clothes that I had outgrown, and I could see the delight in the recipient's eyes. Their joy was genuine, and it touched a nerve deep within me.
I felt a sense of accomplishment that I had never had before. As I continued to work in the garden, planting seeds and seeing them grow, I discovered a new source of joy. The process of cultivating the soil and watching the fruits of my labour grow made me feel connected to something bigger than myself. It wasn't just about the crop; it was about the experience and satisfaction of making something with my own hands. I came to see minimalism not as a punishment, but as a means of discovering deeper meaning and contentment. Embracing a simpler lifestyle, sharing with others, and taking satisfaction in tiny, important accomplishments brought joy and tranquilly. The beauty of minimalism wasn't in deprivation.
However, discovering the richness of life via simplicity. Looking back on my path, I realise that what my mother taught me was a gift, one that helped me understand the true worth of life with meaning and thankfulness.However, discovering the richness of life via simplicity. Looking back on my path, I realise that what my mother taught me was a gift, one that helped me understand the true worth of life with meaning and thankfulness.To know more about minimalist, read up from@minimalistliving/kiss-120-jul-27-aug-2
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