Clutter
watching me type frantically on my keyboard one fine day, my dear friend Eunice made an observation.
"Your desktop is seriously cluttered," she said, staring at my icon-filled screen.
I looked at my icon-filled screen and replied, "well, i like it cluttered, it's more convenient this way for me to access my stuff."
as i continued typing away frantically, I looked at my desktop again. I can't really see my wallpaper, in all its glory.
It IS rather cluttered.
Then i looked around my room, and damn it's really cluttered too. Junk on my bed, junk on the floor, junk on the sofa, junk everywhere.
I thought about the clutter in my life.
Taking up all my breathing space, suffocating me.
The unnecessary activities i commit myself to, taking up precious time.
The useless people in my life, crowding up my space.
The worthless things I buy, only to realise i don't need them
The troubles i surround myself with, causing my brain to throb
I slowly deleted the useless icons on my screen...
the repeating motion of clicking on them and dragging them to the recycle bin made me feel better somehow.
then i slowly started clearing the junk around my room, putting them where they belong. With each item i replaced in its original spot, I felt less and less stifled.
I can breathe again, and maybe even smile a bit.
Do i continue on this clearing craze and clear the clutter out of my life as well?
"Your desktop is seriously cluttered," she said, staring at my icon-filled screen.
I looked at my icon-filled screen and replied, "well, i like it cluttered, it's more convenient this way for me to access my stuff."
as i continued typing away frantically, I looked at my desktop again. I can't really see my wallpaper, in all its glory.
It IS rather cluttered.
Then i looked around my room, and damn it's really cluttered too. Junk on my bed, junk on the floor, junk on the sofa, junk everywhere.
I thought about the clutter in my life.
Taking up all my breathing space, suffocating me.
The unnecessary activities i commit myself to, taking up precious time.
The useless people in my life, crowding up my space.
The worthless things I buy, only to realise i don't need them
The troubles i surround myself with, causing my brain to throb
I slowly deleted the useless icons on my screen...
the repeating motion of clicking on them and dragging them to the recycle bin made me feel better somehow.
then i slowly started clearing the junk around my room, putting them where they belong. With each item i replaced in its original spot, I felt less and less stifled.
I can breathe again, and maybe even smile a bit.
Do i continue on this clearing craze and clear the clutter out of my life as well?