osh, I’m so tired of cleaning the house. Emotionally tired from facing all these things we have accumulated. I wish I could throw away everything! A few months ago I started this decluttering process and decided I would only surround myself by things that I really like, that bring me joy and peace of mind, inspiration… It’s really hard when living in a place that we didn’t choose ourselves… One day, one day!
But right now I don’t understand why people want more and more, bigger houses, more cupboards, more things. I realized that the things I really need can be stored away in one average sized wardrobe. And the other ones – the things that I don’t really need, but I love – like art books and glass jars filled with wooden clothespins and cinnamon sticks, take up so little space
I dream of a little house with a big garden, of green grass, of animals running around, of a swing tied between the trees…of being able to hear the sounds of nature…
Yesss! And a nice sofa by the window where I could read!
This post of yours feels as if it were written by me. I hate stuff cluttering around me, it literally suffocates me. Throwing away stuff is so liberating, I love practising it! I don't think we need much stuff to be happy. Unfortunately, the contemporary world seems to think otherwise.