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all that you can't leave behind

variety is the spice of life. i can't taste the food for all the spice.






every time i've had to move (1999, 2003, 2004, 2008, 2012, 2015) it hits home how much *stuff* i have.
past echoes: like souvenirs of past selves, past hobbies.
futures which will probably go unlived: like every book i'll never read or reread, every movie i'll never watch or rewatch.
presents i never made any use of: like this. if i had, i might have gotten further along in mastering the art of letting go.

after the move it's free to sit safely out of sight (in plain sight, frequently) and mind.
so i can safely acquire more.

and yet...

the reason it's so hard to jettison any of it is because of the potentiality each *thing* contains to one day be exactly what some future i was looking for.

this is just venting about the insoluble.

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nightspore
Jan. 28th, 2015 11:52 am (UTC)
I know exactly what you mean.
proximoception
Jan. 28th, 2015 05:20 pm (UTC)
The answer is a masochistic mass-throw out, ripping off all the bandaids at once, but who has the time for that? Not that we have time for moves either, but they force themselves, whereas the great purge would be elective.
jones_casey
Jan. 28th, 2015 06:11 pm (UTC)
i don't have the heart for that. my alternative avenue is to entomb as much of it as possible a la x-files storage units or the lost ark. my future me had better be an archaeologist or forensic pathologist.
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