For weeks, “sort through stuff” has been at the top of my to-do list. I’ve avoided it at any cost, because the thought of having to go through all my things and choosing what to throw away and keep seemed like a daunting task. However, the last few days, I have been in a (very) rare cleaning mood. I am writing this after a long day of sorting through and cleaning my room. I have accumulated two large bin bags of things to throw away, six large bags of things to donate, and one large recycling bag. And I feel amazing.
A thought dawned on me today; I don’t want to be tied down by materialistic things. I want to be able to pack and leave to wherever I want whenever I want in a matter of days. I want all my belongings to be able to fit in two or three bags, so that I never feel weighed down by them. I don’t need countless changes of clothes, a hundred different shades of nail polish, or twenty pairs of shoes. All such things are clutter that I don’t need, or want, in my life.
I have to admit that I have not always been this way. I have always liked my “things”, and I have never been one to turn down a shopping trip. However, I am graduating this year, and as of now, I have no concrete plans for my future. I don’t know where I’ll be living in two months or what I’ll be doing. With this future in mind, I came to the realization that it would be impractical to have more than two suitcases worth of stuff. At first, I hated this thought. How could I get rid of so many of my “things”? But I realise today that it is actually really easy. Because once you make yourself do it, you realise that a lot of your “things” aren’t actually that important to you, and that you don’t need them.
I can tell you that I feel amazing after throwing away and donating so many of my belongings. Along with clearing my room, I feel like I’ve cleared my mind. I feel less weighed down by my physical belongings, and I feel more freedom in my life. It’s a great feeling knowing that if I were to have to, or choose to, go somewhere halfway across the world tomorrow, that it would not be a huge task to pack up and leave.
Most importantly, it has taught me that there are only a few material things in my life that have true value to me. Family photographs, meaningful cards, important trinkets; these things I will always keep with me. They are the items that remind me of who I am, where I come from, and what is most important. The rest doesn’t matter.