A random conversation with a friend recently, triggered a random memory. She was moving out of her home remotely, while stuck elsewhere because of the pandemic. And I remembered how I was in a similar situation, about a decade back. I had moved to a city with two suitcases full of stuff. In the one year that I lived there, I had collected a lot more as can be imagined, as I created a home in a new city, in a new country. At the end of the year though, I travelled back home, but decided not to go back ever. That left me here and all my stuff on the other side of the world. A lot of remote co-ordinating had ensued, and after hopping through at least three cities, I got about half my stuff back. And I remember mourning for the other half, that I would never see or have again. Until, I realised I didn't even remember what these things were. Not only could I remember what most of it were, I didn't seem to need them anymore. I figured it was a rather funny situation. I shared this story with my friend as a way of consoling her.
This conversation, might not have consoled my friend, but got me thinking about this documentary that I had watched on Netflix a while ago - Minimalism - following the story of The Minimalists, Ryan Nicodemus and Joshua Fields Millburn, along with an array of authors, neuroscientists, sociologists etc. breaking down the human tendency to hoard and the need for 'deliberate, mindful consumption'. A lot of us are skeptical about the idea of minimalism. It reminds us of cold, bare hotel rooms and the likes of it. However it couldn't hurt to analyse why we give into buying, having and using more.