
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. (A dangerous pass time, i know.)
I’ve been thinking about what is really important in this life and frankly I’m finding that these things I’ve surrounded myself with, these memories, endless piles of paper, this trash, is just that. It’s worthless… useless… I’ve consumed my life with nothing, and it’s leaving me with that same feeling… nothing.
Yet I fear if i were just to rid myself of everything except my needs then somehow i would be lacking again. I’d miss my comics, my books, my video game consuls. I’d miss my childhood stuffed animals, and my toys.
I’m conflicted. There are strong points on both sides and it’s left me stilling here on my bed with piles of boxes in my room thinking what shall i do. What shall i do?