The other day my mother came to me asking if I had any clothes I could let go of to give to a struggling family with two daughters around the ages of 12-15. I remember thinking what a great opportunity this was to get rid of some stuff (I’ve been reading a lot about minimalism recently).
Long story short, I didn’t do a very good job. As I went through my piles of clothes I couldn’t help thinking to myself that I couldn’t give away that shirt because what if a party came up? or that dress because who knows when the occasion will arise to use it? The truth was that I hadn’t worn a majority of my clothing for a year or more. I couldn’t let go. And I was disappointed in myself for being so weak.
Before this incident (yes I know, I’m slightly dramatic) I had come to the realization that being surrounded by material things didn’t matter, as long as you held no ties to them. And I was content with the notion that this applied to me. My stuff certainly didn’t own me! But I was proven wrong.
It certainly hurts to realize this and I wish I could just box everything up and give it away but I can’t. I hate myself for being weak… This society has done it’s brainwashing well…