Borrowed Things
Observations while family is looking for stuff in the drawers of the freshly dead grandma.
We came alone and naked.
We leave alone and naked.
Why is everything just borrowed stuff?
My grandparents died some time ago. Recently, their apartment was finally sold—after 55 years of continuous living inside. That moment brought a quiet revelation: all the things they had... were just temporary loans from the great library of possessions.
Anyone who's ever cleaned out a house like that knows the humbling truth:
“All these things... for nothing.”
We spend most of our days accumulating more than we need.
We hoard, we collect, each with our fetish:
– some with celebrity autographs
– some with jewelry
– some with houses, clothes, watches
Some just anything and everything…
We try to quench our thirst for meaning with rare alcohol bottles, luxury goods, collectibles, status symbols...old t-shirts…
_ _ _ _ _
(Fill in the blank with whatever you try to hoard—to feel safe, to feel full.)
But when you finally realize that 90% of possessions are just “in case of...”,
you see the monumental waste of time and resources spent following a dumb path.
And we did it—because we thought that’s what we were supposed to do.
One day, we must cut the umbilical cord that ties us to our belongings—
because it stops us from opening our wings to chase the infinite.
Remember: to go far, travel light.
Let’s fly.
You’re almost free.