About life without drama, without excess, and without the pressure to be more than yourself.
About life without drama, without excess, and without the pressure to be more than yourself.
Sometimes we live from one big event to another.
From trip to trip. From project to project. From success to the next goal that can be checked off.
The world around us loves it – the pace, the glamour, the “what’s next?” messages.
It is difficult to see in all this the life that happens quietly.
In the meantime.
And yet it is the "meanwhile" that is closest to the truth.
Not the moment of reward, but the path to it.
Not a great designed interior, but the smell of tea in the kitchen.
Not a new career direction, but a morning where you have time to cuddle your baby.
Not the final presentation, but the fact that someone from the team said: "I feel good here."
The Art of Simple Life begins with what is unsaid.
In relationships without tension.
In aimless conversations.
In decisions that do not need justification – because they are in line with you.
A simple life is not an escape.
It is a choice.
Choosing a life without drama – one in which emotions are experienced but not dramatized.
In which we learn to recognize what is ours and what is someone else's.
In which we can experience frustration – without hysteria.
Sadness – without an excess of stories.
Joy – without exposure.
It is a life that is based on inner silence.
On peace that does not need recognition.
On relationships that don't need decoration.
On closeness that does not require justification.
And yes, this choice often also involves rejecting excess – especially things.
Because things overwhelm us.
Taking care of them, packing them, carrying them, cleaning them.
Shopping to lift our spirits. Mini-rituals that are supposed to "soothe" us but only create clutter—in our closets, bathrooms, and minds.
The amount of things we have can be a greater burden than many emotions.
I feel it very strongly myself – this resistance to having something “at once”.
Things that quickly become obsolete and don't want to go away for a long time.
Things we can't get rid of.
Things that take up space, energy, lightness.
The same thing happens with cosmetics, supplements, and items of apparent self-care.
Instead of caring, we collect.
Instead of feeling – we analyze.
Instead of choosing one thing, we buy ten.
Because maybe it will work. Because "everyone has it." Because "what if this is what I'm missing"?
And then we go on a week's vacation with a bag containing everything – except a place to rest.
Therefore, simple living is not just about the absence of excess.
It's discipline.
It's a choice.
It is the ability to set boundaries – not to the world, but to yourself.
It is the ability to not give up on a promise – a product, a ritual, a fit.
This isn't just minimalism. It's an inner compass that says:
"I know what supports me. And I know what only looks like support."
I'm not perfect.
Sometimes I get lost in this illusion that something is a must-have, something is worth trying, something is a must-have.
But more and more often I feel that the greatest luxury is not possession.
Just the ability to let go.
The Art of Simple Life is the art of giving up what is unnecessary in favor of what is real.