The contemplation of things beyond now.
I sit, studying, and my mind wanders to what I'm going to do, and I wonder, what will it be like to place all of my stuff in the hands of others? I will be more or less stuffless, keeping only what I can carry, and I'm not sure what it is I'll keep. Pictures? Letters? Games? Which clothes will I throw out? Which shoes will I keep? What about my guitar? What about all those little boxes I've collected over the years to keep my little stuff in? I like those boxes, a lot, but they would take up too much precious speace. Do I throw out all of those love letters and poems and letters from friends and family that I've been saving for years? All the concert tickets and movie stubs I've kept? All the drawings and odd items people have given me?
A couple things can be replaced with more compact versions, such as a computer and books of CD's, but for the most part, I'll be abandoning my stuff completely and never looking back.
It's a frightening prospect, I admit, but also one that I am looking forward to as a freeing, possibly enlightening experience.
Afterall, it's just stuff, right?
A couple things can be replaced with more compact versions, such as a computer and books of CD's, but for the most part, I'll be abandoning my stuff completely and never looking back.
It's a frightening prospect, I admit, but also one that I am looking forward to as a freeing, possibly enlightening experience.
Afterall, it's just stuff, right?