Three days ago, I was mugged.
For the second time in my life.
For the first time traveling.
Don’t worry, I am more than ok.
What I didn’t expect
was how attached
I had become
to my possessions.
How after leaving my home
selling my car
and trading in my stilettos for havaianas
I became helpless
without my iPhone
my camera
my kindle.
How after my third time living in a parasite infested humidity stricken jungle
I felt sadness about losing
a faded bikini
a dog eared mildewed novel
a bottle of sunscreen acquired in Portugal
clearly I don’t protect my skin often enough…
And wondered
why
I care
so much
about
stuff.
Why we all care, so much, about stuff.
Is it because
we are so scared
that nothing is real
and nothing exists
unless we can touch it
see it
own it?
That unless it lasts
forever
in our possession
it never meant
anything
at all?
With the understanding that no feeling
no experience
no person
lasts forever
do we look to physical objects, our possessions
to hold on
after the moment
the relationship
the dream
ends?
When we lose the object itself
do we finally feel
the actual loss?
Do we finally let go
of what we never owned
in the first place?
To allow new things to come?
Today
I will try
to let go
of everything
except what I feel
in this moment.
The people I have loved.
The relationships I have endured.
The places I have been.
The dreams I have imagined.
The stories I have created.
And make room
for what is yet to come.
Trusting
that everything
changes
and that it is all
going to be
ok.
Thank you for saying exactly what I needed to hear today.
You’re so welcome Aubrey. xoxo
Awesome. Was thinking similar thoughts earlier in the week…
Such eloquence and purity in this post, Camille. I simply couldn’t love it more
Aw thank you! I couldn’t love you more.
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This is incredibly poignant to me. I don’t know why exactly; I don’t try to put material things above the actual memory surrounding it… I don’t even know if I even have possessions. I just have stuff.
Wow. Really made me think. thank you for that!
Thank YOU for reading.
This post is so poignant and beautifully written.
Thank you Karen, such a nice compliment!
This post was so beautiful! I wish everyone, including myself, could be more like this!
Thank you Allison what kind words!!
Beautiful and true! Thank you…
🙂
This is lovely and made me think of this poem:
“The thief left it behind:
the moon
at my window.”
-Ryokan
Thank you Owen 🙂