The peremptoriness of possession

“I am a wanderer passionately in love with life”

Aleksandr Kuprin


Think back to your early years. When you were younger could you get in a car and move cities with ease? Likely the sum total of all of your possessions fitted in the boot of a car. I bet you didn’t even have to put the back seats down.

Over time this carefree, footloose wanderer begins to accumulate things. First some clothes. Perhaps a car to enhance ones mating potential. Some technology. A few DVDs. Another car, a house and all the furnishings needed to fill 20 walls. Eventually, if money allows, we would hoover up any and everything and still seek more.

Thus the wanderer becomes anchored. She frets and worries about her things on holiday, but all the while with an eye out at the street market for a new trinket for the hall table.

Formerly footloose he is now tethered too. Anchored in place by the items signifying his worldly success. Bored and listless. Locked into another 25 years of financial slavery to afford these trappings of the good life.

The bright eyed boys and girls amongst us have unhooked themselves from the wagon and left their junk on the Prairie.

They are becoming unbanked digital nomads as free as teenage you used to be.

And, why not?

Possession is an elaborate illusion and most of the stuff you ‘own’ has a very short useful life.

Cleanse yourself. Retract your ego and your identity from the shoes that you wear, the cars that you drive, the pots, the pans, the tools, and the books that you have read.

You can be a wise woman without a collection of books surrounding you as proof you are well read.

You can be a attractive man whether barefoot or in cowboy boots.

Keep only what is useful or those few treasures that give you joy.

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