It’s funny. I thought that when I got my own house, the coolest thing would be to fill it up with all my treasures. Book. Magazines. Comics. Video games. CDs and DVDs, LPs and assorted knick-knacks. A treasure hoard worthy of a dragon.
As it turns out, now that have a house, I feel like I want to own less stuff. Most of those treasures, they’re just pieces of paper or plastic or wax. The worth was what was inside, either knowledge or entertainment. Experiences, and most of them… They were nice, but not worth repeating. Having so much stuff around… It feels heavy. It weighs one down.
Save them for the memories? I dunno. If you need to have a plastic box on a shelf to remind you of the good times you had with it, were the times THAT good?
The exception is beauty. Some books are beautiful. Some LPs as well. DVDs and games? Rarely so, but it happens. Beauty… It’s worth keeping around. It rouses the soul.
So I ask myself: is it useful? Not useful “someday, maybe” – useful soon. No? In that case, is it beautiful? If neither useful nor beautiful, it’s not worth keeping around.
Hoards are for dragons. And dragons are, more often than not, cruel, vain, malicious creatures. Is it a coincidence?