less is more
For the past seven months or so, I've felt more unsure about my place in the world than I ever have before. On a LITERAL daily basis I've mulled over my current career, my current city, my current state and even my current country. Although I love them all, I've never felt more okay with leaving them behind for a new chapter and a new adventure. In addition to, and possibly in conjunction with the thought of relocating, I'm finding myself exhausted by this consumerist society, and have therefore not only become increasingly conscious of what I purchase (and why I do), but have also begun to let go of many of my possessions. You wouldn't believe the items I've found in my closet that I haven't used, seen or even thought about since I moved into my place 6+ years ago. It makes me a little sad to think that I've traded some of my precious time on this earth to earn money in order to buy things that just end up sitting in a box somewhere. I suspect that even my most prized possessions will mean nothing to me on my death bed. The process of shedding possessions has already been extremely therapeutic for me, and I feel it leading me towards more clarity in my life. And while I'm just getting started, I am insanely motivated to learn as much as I can from the experience, and hopefully pass some of it along to others throughout the process. I guarantee this will not be the last time I bring up this topic, but I'll leave it here for now.
"The things you own end up owning you. It's only after you lose everything that you're free to do anything."
-Chuck Palahniuk (Fight Club)
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