Self-Decoration’s Farewell
Such audacious appetites we,
All while allowing the habit whispering
“More,”
A continual voice never stopping.
Aging gives forth a different whisper,
“Goodbye Things”
Such a learning curve this.
Some spin out,
Others crash through barriers,
Still most grip a yesterday-wheel
And round the curve,
Only to embrace another deceptive bend .
Things…
To impress,
To shine,
To stand taller,
A parade of possessions,
A carnival of clutter,
Each item a badge,
Each purchase a fleeting thrill.
How patient certain lessons…
For beneath the surface,
A hollow echo persists,
A yearning for substance,
That which carries meaning.
Farewell Things…
To the weight of want,
The chains of desire,
The endless chase.
Welcome simplicity.
Hello clarity.
Hello freedom to be.
Unburdened.
Unbound.
Unafraid to mature.
I never had an urge to have things, except those that were very useful, like the best lawn mower, TV and a car that would still look good and draw admirers after 20 years of hard use and loving care.
I accepted hand me downs and gifts for my kitchens and furniture after I was 30 and no longer able to just put it in the car and drive off to a new place of work. But I bought houses and designed and built one… not for curb appeal, but for quiet isolation and low maintenance and energy consumption.
I was and am in need of only what I need and use daily and I am selling all these things that I have in the house. Including all the books that I have acquired without buying hardly any.
I've just always been so different from my generation of conspicuous consumers. More interested in consuming life, travel and knowledge over stuff.
Ron
Excellent and yes, simple.