In 2013, as I was readying to move out of my home address then, I had a hard time choosing what to and what not to bring with me. Which meant that I had to say goodbye to some stuff that I have strong attachments with. Clingy sa gamit than tao.
You know that feeling when you want to declutter and you see some stuff that you’ve not laid eyes on for a while but seeing them feels as if it’s a sin to not keep them anymore. Like clothes you’ve not really used for more than a year but seeing them AGAIN (haha) instantly takes your brain to a hopeful state that one day you and that dress will have a moment.
Hoard, keep, pile up them boxes, fill those cabinets to the last space it can accommodate. Or squeeze them altogether. There always seems to be room for the very unused old and the beloved new ones.
My home space right now forces me to be a “less is more” kind of a person. A step by step process that I still struggle with but is making Mary Kondo very happy.
I’m reminded of this kind of attachment because a few days back I had to say goodbye to my phone that has served me really well for the past 2 years and a half. Due to my own doing. Moral of the story is: Take care of your stuff, especially the essential ones. And then please do define the meaning of ESSENTIAL in your life. Clearly.
With it are hundreds of files and thousands of photos that I’ve sorted in different albums, all I believe are important to me.
That phone, with all the ease and limitations that come it, I wasn’t ready to let go yet. Okay pa eh. 😦
Nope. No cloud or some sort of backup except for the contacts. THANK GOD for Gmail. Ayoko pong mag manual save ng sandamakmak na tao, Lord. Needless to say, had that been the case, this would have been more difficult. The anonymity of every person who’d call and text me is giving me a headache.
Anyway, back to letting go.
I realised that this recent life-changing (Aba, oo!) incident made me realign my perception towards minimalism. Of appreciating the present, just enough to not get too attached, as these will all eventually become a thing of the past in the future.
I’ve saved, kept and refused to delete thousands of photos because I feel as if I need them. As if deleting some of them is tantamount to me not being grateful for the memories that I associate with those photos. The kind of need that I will be incomplete without them. Ganon.
All of my niece’s videos. Hay.
Yet here I am. Whole as I can be.
Loving my new phone and ready to make new memories. And will be ever ready (battery… mais) to discard what’s no longer necessary. What a very liberating thing to say!
Here now in what I dub as “my admiration for Steve Jobs’ vision has come full circle” chapter.
Life can either be complicated or simple. Complicated na nga utak mo, pati sa gamit magulo rin? Crazy.
It’s your call.