I have always loved the term "things". I can not simply call it a word, because it connotes to several meanings of a flexible nature. The unidentified expression that holds within the definite and indefinite stands vividly on its feet relating itself to everything, yet without clarity.
People get attached to their 'things' with the flow of life. I was, myself, addicted to my own stuff. They were essential needless things. Of course the reasons are strictly wide. First of all, they intensify my feeling of possessiveness. They belong to me, and I belong to them. They identify my hobbies, my interests, and my own preferences, and in my turn, I give life to them. From another point of view, I relied/rely much upon my things to occupy my time. Leisure times are supposed to be assigned to something particular that is able to change the form of the 'wasted' to the 'beneficial'.
We always assume that we know our own things. We tend to love our things and fight for our things' rights. We stand by them, defending something, neglecting something else, beating someone, offending another. It is not at all necessary here to name the something and the someone. They could be anything and anyone. And this is the true beauty of the matter.
I remember a saying that kept ringing in my head for several years. I once read it in an old Reader's Digest's issue, it says:
"In the middle of nowhere, but always in the middle of something".
And it is quiet true.
So, when we leave our things. When we are forced to abandon them, we feel as if a part of our hearts has been taken .. much more than this: has been ripped off with brutality and cruelty .. and we ache .. we truly do .. and we feel the world has became shaken in all directions ..
I love my things.
I do not wish for them to get scattered anywhere.
I love things in nature.
I love everything that has a thing in it.
I even love the things that compose everything and anything.
Such a loaded life .. Filled with many many things!!
2 comments:
I have a few things to say about this last (interesting) post.
The thing is, I wanted to write about the same thing and I never had the time to do it.
Talk about telepathy ;-)
So many things attract our attention in life, but very few become our own things.
And even those personal things aren't at the same level. We tend to prioritize what we have. And that's a good thing.
But... We never gorget, that those are only "things"... though we don't really depend on them, we still rely on them and we feel more secure and satisfied when the things we cherish are under our wings.
I think that we're doing the right thing.
It's not addiction.
It's the normal interaction with the world.
The world that's ours.
The world we belong to.
There are so many things I'd like to share with you once we get a chance to see each others again.
Sharing things is as much pleasurable as having things ;-)
Greetings from the far away land.
Your reply is a complete subject. I liked it alot. Eventhough I have rad it from a long time, but was not able to reply to it.
I liked the idea of Sharing..
It brings forth the sentiments of being Alive and enables one to feel the Vividness and the Vitality of being one of the people, the socialable ones.
I long for another meeting, though I think that the next one is going to be a bit different than the rest, and you know why :-).
All the best dearest!!
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