Out of Space; Out of Time

Well, here it is: I'm full of shit.  There are just boxes stocked on top of boxes of crap.  These are books and magazines that I will never read.  These are old electronics which will probably never be used again.  Time after time again, the only thing that remains is the junk that we leave.  I can guarantee you that if I threw out all these boxes of crap, no one would care.  In fact, I may as well just leave them in front of one of my local libraries.  As they say: Another man's trash is another man's treasure.  We all fall into this category of hoarding shit, because we don't know how to spend our time wisely.  We suffer from the scarcity mindset, never knowing when our next meal will be so we start grabbing and taking everything under the false impression that it maybe worth millions down the road.  Unfortunately, how much money do you think you can make from reselling all of this shit?  How much fucking time do you think you have to be sitting outside and hosting a garage sale?  As an adult, you really feel it.  You feel that time is precious.  Time is all that we have.  In the end, we don't need stuff.  I repeat, we don't not really need all that much stuff.  It's just that we suffer from a poverty mindset.  As mother Theresa has once said:  There is no one who has gone poor from giving.  It's such an easy concept to understand and preach, but do any of us live it? 

I am stuck.  I am stuck by the madness.  I am stuck by the stuff.  I am stuck by the low level vibratory frequency of hoarding things.  I wish to be free from my shackles.  I wish to stop being a hoarder.  I believe that I don't need all of this fluff.  I believe that there is an underlying reason why I keep all this carp around.  Maybe, I just want to show off?  Maybe, I want to really impress someone that I read all these books?  Maybe, I just don't want to care anymore.

All I really know is that I don't need to surround myself with excessive amounts of crap anymore.  There is just too much stuff to be accountable for.  My goal is to reduce and eliminate my Earthly baggage.  Hopefully, these books can find a new home.  Maybe, I can help a young person out.  I want my donated books given to children, not adults trying to resell them.  Does our donations ever make it to the ones in need?  I have my doubts, but I sure hope so.  Books . . . so many books.  You can never have too many books until they fill your house with too much shit.  No, having too much shit in your home is not sexy and everyone notices how much of a pack rat you are.  People also notice how empty your home is.  Between the lesser of the two evils, I would rather have less stuff.  It's much less work to move and manage things than it is to be overbearing with stuff.  There's no one else around except me to deploy this monstrosity. 

I have to work outside of actual paid working hours at a real job.  Well, see you all later.  Thank you for your 1 view.

THE PURGE

After retaking and passing my exam that I just failed, I need to purge my room of ancient old crap.  I have way too much baggage on my hands.  The vast majority of it has been untouched for several years after the ending of a school semester.  In a world dominated by industry and money making schemes, who the hell cares about old text books?  I'm sorry, but old text books should be removed from my household.  They prove of no use to anyone except dust collecting.  No, I'm not a genius who would read old text books from college for fun.  In fact, it's a pretty big waste of my time as I don't recall information that well anyways.  The extent of how much space and time all this excessive crap takes is phenomenal.  For the last time, no one reads old school text books for fun.  This bullshit has got to go.  No one cares, literally means NO ONE CARES.  If you want information on the stop, use the internet.  Everything is online now.  When the academic school system and professors are updating their textbooks every year to milk their students for profit to buy new text books for hundreds of dollars, there's going to be a lot of bullshit.  It's just too much bullshit.  Once again, no one needs that shit.  Sorry, I could care less about impressing anyone with having old school books around in this day and age. 

Hope for humanity . . .I hope that one day, my life can make more sense.  I hope to live a life that isn't just a room full of random shit of hoarding.  I want to do what I love doing.  I want to collect things that are worth a damn.  If it's not important, please don't waste my time on more garbage.  I don't regret anything I've done, but I just wish I knew what to do better with MY TIME.  Staying out of trouble and not doing anything could have been a possible solution, but maybe there was something more?  Maybe, just maybe there was an alternative way for success.  None the less, I continue to reach out further into the stars.

Thank you for stopping by. I hope to write some more.