Saturday, 25 April 2009

What Really Matters

I went to my brother's to look through some stuff I had stored in his loft to see what I needed to keep and what to get rid of.

There were bags of books I had accumulated over the years which came in two categories: books I had been inspired to read; and books I had bought and read because it was either fashionable or someone had recommended them. Now I just saw them all as baggage I could do without. My brother told me he knows someone who would appreciate them. I hope they find them meaningful.

I did feel emotional about my old vinyl records though which are at least music I still love. My brother said he would keep them for me. It was fun to find my old jewellery case with earrings I used to love wearing. I discovered ornaments and bric-a-brac I had forgotten I had. It was like finding buried treasures. I also found my dissertation which I had enjoyed writing at the time.

What really matters to me is what I truly love, which always stands the test of time. The rest is just meaningless clutter.

Enocia

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