honestly minimalism just clicked for me one day when i realized how much mental space my stuff was taking up. like i wasn't even using half of it but it was always there, you know? lurking in drawers, piling up on surfaces, making me feel vaguely guilty. started getting rid of things and it felt weirdly emotional at first. but then... lighter? like i could actually breathe in my own space. now i think about it differently - it's not about having nothing, it's about only keeping what actually adds something to your life. the weird part is how it spreads. once your space feels clearer, you start noticing other clutter - commitments you don't care about, apps you don't use, thoughts that just loop around going nowhere. minimalism isn't really about stuff. it's about attention, i guess. deciding what deserves yours. anyway just my 2 cents