I am in the process of decluttering my life. I always do so at this time of year. The hardest is always my children’s room. As I donate all those toys and clothes that no longer suit them because of how much they’ve grown, I realize how much I need to learn to let go; I want life to move at a slower pace and give me time to choose wiser, to plan better, or at least enjoy a bit more.
But it doesn’t; it won’t. There’s nothing more certain than change.
I try to keep those toys that gave content to so many days of their babyhood in the hope that the memories won’t fade. I want to cryztallize those moments, and recapture the momentarily happiness of those ordinary days. Yet, if hurricane Irma and the Earthquake taught me something this year, is that objects are bound to disappear. They are not worth so much attention.
But then, there’s also people, and feelings; so many feelings you slightly remember, yet would give so much in order to feel again. Like wonder, safety, innocence and surprise… also, certain kinds of love.
I feel there’s a huge resemblance between living, and playing Mario Bros: as the game of life progresses, different elements are being added to increase the difficulty we face, but every ‘world’ we battle the same monsters, until you are able to truly move on from the core. My Kooper for this life will be dominating the art of letting go…
Today, five huge bags of things went off to be donated to different places. Still working on processing all the rest, one day at a time.