Here’s a multi-faceted thought experiment: What if you’ll live to be 100 years old, unless you do something expeditiously stupid? You’ll live the same life you are now. When you die, you retain your experiences, then move onto the life of one of nine other people. In that new life, how much would you return to? Would you re-experience that which you disliked five lifetimes ago without provocation or strong arguments? Would you take on everything?
While I think we should strive for as many hobbies as we want, where we could go into a new city and enjoy the richness of its culture through the perspective of several different angles ranging from photography, food, or even collectibles, we must strive for moderation if it does not help us toward our aspirations. If taking photos isn’t your main hobby, attempted career, or career, how much space or time should it receive?
I’m still not sure what the appeal is of a one-string bass guitar, really. I mean, I bought it because it was cheap, I like playing bass for maybe 30 minutes every other month, and you can get some interesting sounds with exaggerated string bends. But, really? Why did such an object latch onto me so much? By donating it, I think it’ll be like admitting to myself that I draw for fun; nothing too serious.
Between packing up donations in the afternoon and storing them in the morning, I might have around one hour per day to dedicate to cleaning house. I’ll keep the stuff I cherish or use frequently, but that which cannot be sold for a reasonable profit equivalent to the time I spent driving to print labels then ship out those items? I need to become more detached, still, and be willing to give up those identities.
I’ve been writing over 500 words daily and have started reading a minimum of one page daily; more if I get more time. Before every workweek, I shave my head to a 2″ length and prepare my lunches for the days ahead. It’s difficult to say “I’ll sort through one box per X” or “I’ll put one thing in the donate or sell pile per Y,” but it will be especially important in the next few months.
My dress shirts lay strewn across any surface to collect wrinkles because that was the easiest way to handle them. I did this for years and only over the past few days did it stew in my mind as a problem to solve. Just like any other clutter that accumulates, these problems aren’t because we own objects, rather, it’s that we don’t iron out proper space for those objects. They will accumulate wherever it’s easiest.
I’m happy with where I am and where I’m going. There is always more to do; more to build upon or chisel away. When I look around the apartment-mansion or look at my stomach, there is less of that overwhelming dread that I had with all this “stuff” weighing me down. I’d still like to lose more weight and live in a cheaper place. To get to both, I have to do subtle, frequent changes.
Since moving into the apartment-mansion, my standards for object acquisition have increased so much that it’s actually kind of weird when I buy something; my bank froze my credit card for “suspicious activity,” amounting to a few purchases after months of inactivity. Since you’re reading this in my future, where nearly two months have gone by since I sat in my car writing this, I’m probably still trying to figure out my standards for things.
Worse than participation trophies are the trophies we later collect to represent having done something solely for the purpose of representing that event. Sure, it’s innocuous enough to have an AT power supply with a note on it as some kind of fun representation of an event, but other than interacting with it for a curious second, it’s a waste of space, especially since it doesn’t even represent anything that positive, inspiring, or life-changingly worthwhile.
The salespeople that connive you into believing you have a friendship with them are the worst. It’s that sort of trust we build as friends, where I’ll pay a little more or you’ll clean it up just a little more, which cannot be faked. When I sell goods or services, I try to present myself as honestly as I can to build trust, and maybe friendships form after that. That’s how it should be, but…