I love that our lives can be picked up and put into boxes, or at least our material lives. The things that we find value in. The objects of our childhood or some sort of personal memory. The expensive stuff. You know the TV the Computer, video games? lol. Bikes, you know what I mean. The material things that sum up who we are physically.
You think it would be true to completely define who we are by the things we own. All of the weird things that we keep. The photos, drawings we keep from art class. (yeah you should see mine sometime! I am so proud)
I just did the yearly thing that most single people do every so often, move from one apartment to the other. Pain in the ass. But yet I love it! Packing up all my items into, well I wish I had boxes, and throwing everything I could away. You got too. Seriously sit back and say, "Hey, why the hell am I keeping this?!" It's a good process. Cleans the soul. Makes us feel good. Getting our "lives" in order. And then take our newly clean and organized life to another house and clutter it up again!
So how come when we clean all our physical material objects we say we are getting our "lives" in order. I am not sure about you, but I don't really want to be defined by the things that I own, but rather by the impact I make and people I get to know, and the knowledge and wisdom I store up. hmm is it true?
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3 comments:
I am facinated by the power "things" can have on you... whether someone is a pack rat or obsessive... I really believe our homes, apartments whatevers... are a reflection of our souls... whatcha think?
I would go far enough to say that it's a progression that I try to stop myself from falling into. I unfortunately do, well maybe it's not a bad thing... It's like a lot of things in life. Good and Bad.
I mean, I heard it said we are what we eat... So why not, we are what we own? right?
I don't think we are what we own... or eat :)
but I do think both can reflect something about ourselves... and our soul...
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