“Simplicity is making the journey of this life with just baggage enough.”

I used to collect matchbooks. I realized the other day that I have NO idea why, because I hate using matches. I also keep batteries that have gone dead. Why, you ask? I have no clue.

Why do we hold onto things that will do us no good?

It seems to be a silly question sometimes. How true, though, that people hold onto things that just drag them down, both material and emotional.





Why am I holding onto those giant plastic star sunglasses? I will never use them. Maybe once for a silly picture, but that will be it. There are so many other things that I hold onto.



Animosity, old notebooks, useless souvenir trinkets, ratty t-shirts.

Eh, fuck that. I like my ratty t-shirts. I am keeping those. But the rest of this shit can go. The reminders of the broken promises that really don't matter, the memories that are nothing more than . . . well, they're nothing. I have so much useless shit in my possession that I can't possibly remember what it is all for. Perhaps I will have a drinking party, a party for one (maybe I will invite my inner demons as well) and EMOTE. (Thank you, Tim, for the suggestion.) I already know what I will wear to my party . . .

My big blue plastic star sunglasses. I will wear them with pride. And one last time, I will bitch, cry or laugh about all the things I have been holding on to that are actually dragging me down. I will look at the stupid rock collection I still have from the family vacation to the Grotto 20 years ago, I will read through the notes from friends I barely remember and carefully re-pack the notes from the friends that remain in my heart always. I will get rid of the reminders of bad relationships. I will just get rid of the stuff that means nothing. I will wear my favorite Nike t-shirt that is borderline see-through and has the old school Swoosh. Perhaps I will drink Old Milwaukee Light, just for old times sake.

I want to go through all these remnants of my past. Life is too damn short to spend so much time worrying about things that have already happened. I want to take the happy moments and move on to new ones. I need to make room in my life for the good stuff. If I don't make the room, or the TIME, the good shit won't happen. If I continue to spend so much energy and space on the past, the future has no place.

Plus, I have a really small apartment, and frankly, there is no where to put it all.



"Simplicity is making the journey of this life with just baggage enough."
~Charles Dudley Warner