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What's the Point of Being a Minimalist?

Minimalism has been on my mind for a few reasons recently. First, I bought a motorcycle. If minimalism were a religion, I'd probably be excommunicated for having more motorized vehicles than I have pairs of socks (RV, motorcycle, folding scooter, and electric skateboard vs. two pairs of socks). Second, I had a long conversation with Leo Babauta about minimalism, which brought it from the background of my life to a concept actually examined and discussed. And last, Erica twittered a video about minimalism that's clearly a parody, but makes some valid points along the way.

I sat at a poker table for a few hours tonight and got the coldest run of cards I've had since I can remember. I didn't lose a lot, I just sat there and folded everything. All that time that I WASN'T spending outfoxing my opponents and pulling down monster pots was spent thinking about why I became a minimalist, why I've stayed a minimalist, and what the point of it all is.

I became a minimalist on a lark, which, for better or worse, is why I do a lot of things. I bought an RV, thinking I'd take road trips in it, and from that point on I never slept in my condo again, and I started selling everything. Momentum kept pushing me, and before I knew it I didn't own anything that didn't fit in my 28 liter backpack.

Dependence = Addiction?

On Linus Rylander

I just passed the halfway point of my 30 day blog challenge, and something I have noticed is that... a few of the posts have been really good... a few have been, frankly, pretty bad (by my standards) and most of them have been pretty much OK.

The 80/20 rule tells me this kind of skewed result is pretty much inevitable, but I still find it interesting. The cyclical nature of things. Natural ups and downs. Ebb and flow. Things like that.

Anyway, my brother pointed out something very interesting to me this morning:

In Swedish, the words for “dependence” and “addiction” is the same word.

I find that fascinating.

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