In the future, I could do without a lot of things that I currently own. My material possessions are bearing down on me. Everywhere I look I see ‘things’, that have little or no relevance to my life today. Sure, once they were cherished, scouted for in supermarkets or the vibrant Sunday bazaars, bought lovingly and given the pride of place in my home and life. But times change, perspectives change and priorities change.
When I was young and just starting out, I had a dream house in mind. I knew exactly the kind of artefacts I wanted, the colours of the rugs on the floor, the placement of the art on the walls. I knew what I wanted in the refrigerator and how and with what my kitchen shelves would be lined. I knew how large a wardrobe I wanted, and how many walls of the house be lined with books. I knew I would hold on to my papers, cards, knick knacks forever, maybe out of sight in boxes but with me, nevertheless.
Over the years, I bought and stocked. Never injudiciously but not far sighted as well. The ‘things’ now populate the space I call home. The ‘things’ have even spilled out to my parent’s and in laws’ homes. When I look, think, analyse the need and the usage, I am surprised. Fortunately, I am surprised quite often because my family moves places frequently. Statistically, I can say that I can get rid of 60% of ‘things’ immediately without them ever being missed. Another 10% can be thoughtfully donated. Another 10% can be ‘forcibly’ donated. With all the books I own, I can stock a small library. So, I am going to do just that. Donate to a small library. I am trying to convince myself to let go of my papers and that my children and future grandchildren would not want to trawl through my scribblings on yellowed sheets of paper.
In the future, I would trust my memory more. I may lose bits of memories as time goes by but that is alright too, for I would have loved and lived the moments and each emotion felt fully would be a closure and an invitation to newer experiences.