I'm never sure how people feel about death....personally I hope there is another life after this one, a better one...one where people spend time together...just being !
Either way, recently I have started looking at my life in more detail and it worries me !
The fact I have spent my life holding onto things...stuff...the strangest of things, boxes of cutlery, crockery, towels, sheet sets....you would think I had a home for each season, and no I don't before you ask !
There are pieces that will be left to others when I'm gone....but a lot of it was a moment of impulse, the inner hoarder desperately grabbing at something...a moments happiness now placed in storage, out of sight, unused and forgotten...this is the part that worries me. How Many of us fill our lives with the "Just in case" or "it could come in handy one day" items that get squirreled away...eventually lost in a box at the back of the garage !
Most of it has little or no monetary value, but to someone with nothing it could mean the difference between joy or deep depression. The memories that some pieces hold will never be known to most....each has had its moment...but once I'm gone, so too will the story attached to it.
So its time....it really is !
I can only use one fork and one knife at a time....drink from a single glass holds the only drink I need...and that is the point.....need !
Don't leave this world cluttered with stuff !
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