Minimalistic Thoughts

When you have stuff you become afraid to lose it. Afraid of the what if without it. What did you do before you had it? You become afraid to move, to explore, to live. You become stationary so you don’t drop any of your baggage. I remember in college I wasn’t always concerned about where I would live or what stuff I had in the place I lived. I lived with what I needed at the moment. Next semester, I would move again to another dorm room or apartment or whatever. It wasn’t my concern. My concern was my life. When I got an apartment my concern became working to pay rent so I could stay where I was. When I got a house my concern became working to pay bills so I could keep my house and all the loads of stuff that came with that. It bogged me down. Made me unmoveable. Afraid. Afraid to lose what I was spending my days working for. The drudgery of life. We need to shed the stuff. Shed the craving for stuff. Shed the drudgery. And live. Free.