sometimes i wonder if minimalism was birthed out of the peak of poverty. i mean, if opulence and ostentatiousness are the platform of the rich….then minimalism would be on the opposite end of that spectrum, would it not? just a thought.
i speak often of letting go, especially of material possessions. for me my vice has always been garments of different sorts. why a vice? well because they linger in my tiny closet taking up room, getting little to no use, and create a claustrophobic vibe in my room. i don’t have much square footage nor surface space to work with in my room so this has segued me into living a more minimalistic life.
after being conditioned to think more is sufficient for many many years, this process has been a gradual transition. i feel it humbles you and keeps a life free of material woes and constrictions. you also become more selective and conscientious of need rather than want. Hey, if the meek or “poor” inherit the earth then i’ll gladly continue my minimal walk.
here’s to being content with less. after all less is more than enough.
beauty in the raw.
Kristen McMenamy at McQ by Alexander McQueen FW 12
He holds me tight,
I’m cradled like an infant without resistance.
Anger subsides and i forget the purpose of our fighting, instaneously.
He holds me tighter,
Eyes filled with tears clouding the scenery into a milky bokeh.
I know, just like that, this moment will forever be immortalized.
His hold engulfs me,
More magnetic than a mother’s bossom
I am pacified, soothed.
All the right words leave those lips fluidly.
Through him through this,
I am finally lulled to sleep as he teaches me how to awake for myself at last.
kat. kieng & myself. (sisters)
i really can’t fit into society’s cookie cutter social constructs.
it scares the death out of me because i’m forcing myself to believe
that, that is security. college wise…especially.
i often wonder if i’m driving my ownself insane,
(don’t you hate feeling paralyzed?)
i think accepting your insanity is the first step….
to a self possessed freedom.