Simple Living, Richer Life

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The Art of Subtraction: Why I Traded My Clutter for Calm

I spent years thinking that "more" was the answer. It turns out, the secret to a rich life was having less.

I remember the exact moment I realized I was "poor."

I wasn't poor in the financial sense. In fact, on paper, I was doing great. I had the job title that sounded impressive at dinner parties. I had a closet full of clothes that I barely wore, a subscription to every streaming service imaginable, and a house filled with gadgets designed to "save time."

But I was standing in my kitchen one Saturday morning, surrounded by the hum of the dishwasher, the beep of the laundry machine, and the buzz of my phone, and I felt completely empty.

I was exhausted. I was anxious. And I was broke—not in my bank account, but in my spirit.

I had spent the last decade chasing a version of success that looked like addition. I added more responsibilities, more purchases, and more commitments. I thought that if I just accumulated enough stuff and status, eventually, I would feel successful.

Instead, I just felt heavy.

The Weight of "More"

We live in a world that screams "More!" at us twenty-four hours a day. Buy the bigger car. Get the promotion. Upgrade your phone. We are taught that a quiet life is a boring life and that if you aren't constantly hustling or acquiring, you are falling behind.

I fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker.

I spent my weekends managing my stuff instead of enjoying my life. I spent hours cleaning rooms we rarely used and organizing clutter that didn't need to exist. I was working extra hours to pay for things that I was too tired to enjoy.

It was a hamster wheel, and I was running at full speed just to stay in the same place.

The turning point wasn't a tragedy; it was a vacation. I went on a camping trip with a backpack that held only two changes of clothes, a book, and a coffee mug. For four days, I didn't have my gadgets. I didn't have my clutter.

And for the first time in years, I could breathe. I realized that I was happier sitting by a fire with a ten-dollar mug than I was in my expensive living room surrounded by thousands of dollars of decor.

I came home with a new mission: Simple Living.

The Great Purge

I started with the physical stuff.

It’s scary to let go of things. We attach memories to objects. I wore this shirt on my first date. I bought this souvenir in Paris. I might need this random cable someday.

But I asked myself a hard question: Does this item serve my life today, or is it just an anchor to the past?

I donated bags of clothes. I cleared off surfaces. I sold furniture that was just taking up space. And with every bag that left the house, I felt physically lighter. It was as if the clutter in my home had been clogging up my brain, and suddenly, there was room to think.

But simple living didn't stop at the Goodwill donation center. It had to go deeper.

Decluttering the Soul

The harder part was decluttering my schedule and my expectations.

I had to learn the power of the word "No."

I said no to social events I didn't actually want to attend. I said no to taking on extra projects that didn't align with my goals. I stopped trying to be the perfect host, the perfect employee, and the perfect friend all at once.

I replaced the "hustle" with "slow."

Instead of rushing through my morning coffee while checking emails, I started waking up fifteen minutes earlier just to sit in silence. Instead of spending my Sunday shopping, I spent it walking in the park or reading a library book.

It felt weird at first. The silence was uncomfortable. My brain, addicted to stimulation, kept looking for something to do. But slowly, the anxiety began to fade.

The Riches of Simplicity

This is what "Simple Living, Richer Life" really means.

When you strip away the excess, you aren't left with nothing. You are left with the things that actually matter.

• I have more time. Because I'm not maintaining so much stuff or chasing so many obligations, I have time to actually look my friends in the eye when we talk.

• I have more money. By stopping the mindless spending, I have funds for experiences—travel, good food, and memories.

• I have more peace. My home is a sanctuary now, not a storage unit.

I am not a monk. I still own a smartphone, and I still like nice things. But the dynamic has changed. I own my things; they don't own me.

Conclusion

If you are feeling overwhelmed today, tired of the race, and heavy with the weight of the world, I invite you to try subtraction.

You don't have to sell your house and move to a van. Just start small. Clear off one counter. Cancel one subscription. Say no to one obligation that drains you.

Stop trying to add to your life, and start clearing space for it instead. You might find that the "rich life" you’ve been chasing has been there all along, buried under the clutter.

It’s time to dig it out.

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Thank you for reading...

Regards: Fazal Hadi