Something I meant to address in the first post with that name, but didn't - is I have finally come to the realization that all those material things I have gathered and collected in my life-time have suddenly become very unimportant.
Y'all, I have given away my entire Stephen King hardback collection - right up until the very last book I bought called Dumas Key.
I also will give away (or donate) other hard-backs/paperbacks/softbacks, and you wanna know why?
I will never ever read them again, and why shouldn't someone else have them?
Yes, I know I could have sold them, but my God, who wants to go through all that trouble?
I also took all my Batman comics to the dump (some of them dating to the late 60's), because who gives a flyin frigg? There's no market for them anyway and the guy at the dump is a Batman fan, so maybe I made him happy!
My cd collection will most likely be the be the next to go, and then the DVD's, because, honestly, I haven't listened to or watched either one in the last half-year or so.
I used to love Christmas, and have a lot of Thomas Kincaid stuff for the tree (which is gone now too), but no more. Off to the dump they go.
I haven't ridden my beloved TREK 1000 for a couple of months now, so why shouldn't she go to some young kid who needs a good bike?
My guitars and drums will be the last, but I'm shedding the load, because right now, just living one more day means more to me than anything I own.
I think my train is on its way, so the lighter the load, the easier the road.
And the more of the material crap I can shed, the more I'll be able to pay attention to those I love, while I still can.
Funny, isn't it, how it can all slip through your hands so quickly?
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