When I started writing for Vocal, my first article “Accidentally Minimalist” received a quite positive response. Throughout my personal quarantine journey, Minimalism is something I’ve become quite invested in, for a variety of reasons. So, I’ve decided that today, I’m going to share a little lesson about minimalism that the lockdown has taught me; the huge difference in value between having things, and doing things.
Once again, we are talking about racism. It’s difficult for me to comprehend why this is something that we still have to talk about, so late into history. For a people that think we are so intelligent, we continue to treat each other differently due to the colour of our skin.
I have wanted to write this piece for a while now, for a variety of reasons, but I have struggled to put pen to paper every time I’ve tried to start. This is an issue of great importance to me, and I wanted this piece to be perfect, and say everything that I wanted to say without any regrets. I wanted to post this piece now, more than ever, as a reminder to all of us who value the Drag community to reach out and support our friendly neighbourhood drag queens during this difficult time.
The first time I ever heard about minimalism was from the Netflix Documentary Minimalism: A Documentary About the Important Things. I stumbled upon it one day when I couldn’t find anything else to watch, and I was intrigued; the concept was completely new to me, and as soon as I finished watching it, I ran to my room to start the clean up of my life. As it turns out, trying to part with your things isn’t all that simple. I got caught up in sentimentality, guilt, and the feelings of “but what if I need it some day?”.