The Power of Simplicity

Simplicity wasn’t always something I thought about. In my younger years, I didn’t chase after things—I simply moved through life without questioning the pace or the noise. I filled my time, my home, and my mind without really noticing the weight of it all. Life just was, and I kept up.

But over time, I began to feel the quiet pull of something different.

Simplicity, to me, is breathing room. It’s space—physical, mental, emotional—to move, to feel, to notice. It’s the soft hush after decluttering a drawer, or the deep exhale after canceling a plan that was more obligation than joy.

It’s not about deprivation or living with nothing. It’s about choosing what matters most—and letting the rest fall away.

I didn’t wake up one day and decide to simplify my life. It came slowly—through exhaustion, through longing, through quiet moments that reminded me how good it feels to just be. I started noticing what really felt good to me: doing what I want to do, when I want to do it. That kind of freedom became the heart of simplicity for me. It wasn’t about managing or optimizing my time—it was about reclaiming it.

That said, I’m still working on it. I work too much. I forget to step away from my computer. I tell myself I’ll rest after the next document is complete, after the next project, after the inbox is clear. Simplicity is something I believe in, but also something I have to consciously reach for. It doesn’t always come easily—but when I do make space for it, I feel the shift. A lightness. A clarity.

Simplicity has become about honesty. About honoring my limits. About making peace with the idea that I don’t have to prove my worth through doing. I can just live—with intention and care. And I’ve learned that I must remember to save time for family—because, in the end, they’re what matters most. Work can wait, but moments with loved ones cannot.

I’ve always loved organizing. There’s something satisfying about creating order out of chaos, about seeing a space or a drawer or a closet feel lighter and more open. But purging—letting go—can be hard. Still, I’ve learned this: If it doesn’t spark joy, then why keep it? If something no longer serves me, or it’s simply taking up space, it’s time to let it go. It’s a hard decision sometimes, but it’s also a freeing one. In clearing out, I create room for more of what really matters.

There’s a moment that sticks with me: the day I reorganized the kitchen cupboards. I threw out the old, mismatched Tupperware—the ones without lids or stained beyond saving. I let go of the chipped coffee mugs from long-forgotten software vendors. I sorted through the spices, tossed the duplicates and the expired ones, and made space for what I actually use. When I closed the cupboard doors that day, something in me felt clearer too. That act of letting go—it made room for ease.

Now, I choose fewer commitments, fewer distractions, and more presence. I choose what feels right, not what looks impressive. I still stumble—I still overcomplicate—but I find my way back more easily.

To those who come after me, here’s what I hope you remember:
You don’t need more to be enough.
You don’t have to be everything to everyone.
Let life be simple. Let it breathe.
And always make time for the ones you love.

You just might find that everything important was right there all along.

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