Untangle

Our lives somehow become tangled in the things we own. Entwined with fine gold threads of pleasant memories, for us and for those we love.

And to think that someone’s life can be boxed up and taken away in a swift moment sends a shiver across my heart.

I know the good memories of someone's life remain in the hearts of us still drawing breath but that a person can just whisk that life away like yesterday's old shoes is concerning to me.

Is it possible to untangle my life from my material possessions? Those belongings that might someday become a burden to those I leave behind, so that only the gold threads of pleasant memories linger.

This is my constant quest.

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