Today I threw away a bunch of stuff that for some reason I’d been saving for years. I can’t take it with me, right? And I really don’t want other people having to clean up my mess.
It was kind of a cathartic experience: Bits and pieces of my past, my “life,” things that seemed so important to me at one time… right into the trash like meaningless rubbish. Litter of a lost life. All of it just so much garbage. Toss it out. Useless bullsh*t.
One step closer…
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I do that periodically.. still have a fire to light for a few papers.
Most non-practical possessions represent more than the item itself, though. Memories, attachments… doesn’t mean the meaning attached is intrinsically worthless.
I feel obligated to at least pack up everything before I go. Boxed and labeled. For the the ones left behind. Can’t get rid of everything in case I back out but if I don’t it will simplify things. Also want to get all my financials in order – legal bs. My decision is mkore pragmatic than just emotional, I have to but I don’t have a cathartic approach, more like my final step is moving – one of the most stressful moments in a person’s life :/
Good on you to get something positive out of it
Good for you! I try to clean up and either give stuff away or sell them every couple of years. I’ve always admired the minimalist lifestyle. But i also love to shop therapeutically.
A week before i go, i plan to donate the rest of my things. And i suppose i can send all my legal and financial paperwork to my parents.
That’s life. You must see everything material as cheap, dear brother. The only things that are expensive is love and strong friendship – only abstract things.