“He who would travel happily must travel light.” — Antoine de St. Exupery
When 2011 arrived, I cleaned my room. I was surprised to see how many things I have that I don’t really use. I took everything out. Some of which are old magazines, notebooks with evidences of boredom, books (that are now for donation), old crayons, exam papers from high school, even souvenirs from parties which have no real use but to accumulate dust. It was therapeutic, I must say. My room looks bigger now. And I am happy.
I realized I don’t really need things that I thought I needed in the first place. I won’t even bring any of those when I die.
So I thought, maybe, if I don’t get attached to anything, living or nonliving, I’ll be happier. Anyway, everything will eventually have to go. Right?