less > more
I am determined to sell or give away a lot of my possessions.
The older I get the more I realize how little I need. In fact, owning stuff is a distraction. It costs money, takes up space, needs to be organized, and I have a lot of things I never use.
My grandfather had a wooden keg of bent nails in his garage. When I was a kid, I asked my dad about it. Why? He told me that on rainy days he and my uncle would straighten them. My grandfather grew up in the Ozarks...poor...during the Great Depression. He did not throw things away, for good reason.
I live in Phoenix, in a middle class neighborhood during relatively good economic times. I don't need a bunch of bent nails, or most of the crap I own. I also live in a period of time when the line between need and want is ever so easily blurred.
I need a new sleeping bag. Nope.
I need more books. Or, I could visit the library.
I need a new journal and pen. Well, I suppose I could use one of the "hundreds" I already have.
Less > More
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