I want less stuff. I write things down so as not to clutter my mind. My soul finds comfort in the simplicity of proof. I find comfort, freedom, and space in the absence of possessions.
I find collecting is very rarely important. I’ve hardly ever returned to look at journal entries, pictures, or even class notes once I’ve passed the exam. I’ve always been far more interested in the future than the past. Lessons of the past come quickly and are only useful as applied in the present or projected into the future. It seems time is best spent appreciating the present and focusing on the future for the sake of building better presents.
Some collections are priceless; like the experiences we’ve had and the lessons we’ve learned. Most of all, I cherish abstractions, the apparent ease to which I develop or acquire them and assemble them into the apparatus of my working mind, and their endless ability to help me more thoroughly experience, accurately explicate, and deeply appreciate every moment of my life.
Any mental resources potentially wasted glancing around my room and checking in with or being distracted by furniture and stockpiles of recreational objects are elements that I could be putting to better use. I could be introspecting, meditating, contemplating, creating, designing, planning, learning, or otherwise feeding and building and developing the essence of me. I will never be my stuff, my tables and chairs, my keyboards and laptops, my pillows or my bed, no matter how much time I spend with them. I do become my lessons, my challenges, my ideas and inspirations; they weigh nothing, cost nothing, and are worth more than I could ever stockpile. And at the end of the day, if I’ve lost something, it could only ever be my mind.
Anyone want a microwave? It makes a great night stand.
I love my empty white walls.
I don’t even use that fan. Craigslist…