My precious things

In my life I have managed to accumulate a lot of objects and things, often being told that I am like my father who had a tendency to hoard. At some stage in my more recent years I had come to realise that I have to scale down my collection and get rid of the clutter that had surrounded me.

At some point the truth of life hits you in the face and you realise that personal value does not come from the amount of stuff you have surrounding you, but rather from within. Suddenly all the objects and stuff becomes nothing more than wasted space, reminders of a past that will not be forgotten and irrelevant old objects of illusional value.

Since making my decision to leave, I have had to be faced with parting with my stuff that once comforted me and gave me the false sense of security and value. Some are to be sold and some are to be gifted to others, however there are a few objects that hold a very special value to me. I call them my "precious things". These items do not necessarily hold a high financial value but the sentimental value is beyond measure to me and I simply cannot and will not ever part with them.

Happily I can take some of my precious things with me, a wooden cross gifted to me on a magic night next to a freezing lake (is coming with), 2 stunning decanters that were gifted to me as a housewarming gift when I moved into this very house (will be given to a family member to guard over and keep safe), a collection of Buddha's in different shapes and sizes (all but one coming with me, and the rest to be gifted to those spiritual beings that will appreciate them), a chain and cross holding a titanium ring that was gifted to me on 2 spacial occasions (will always remain around my neck as reminders), a sharks tooth and hat from a lost love (will come with me as a constant adventure companion and ode), a box with diamonds, a crimson promise of a life now mine and written letters and poems and even tickets to every concert attended (will be left behind in a safe for protection), 2 little books of wonderful words of love which was sadly never really loved up to (shall remain behind in the box of memories), a hand fan gifted to me by my dear grandmother (shall stay behind in her daughter's house), and lastly my most precious of possession: a delicate glass bowl with a cork lid that inside contains a dried rose from every bunch of flowers ever received out of love, this is my greatest prize and most sentimental object - a bowl of love. This object will be locked away in a safe place for the safest of keeping, in it is my heart.

As I see things starting to lessen, objects starting to decrease and become lesser, I am sad - I have cried many tears, but I am happy deep inside. To part with these objects I once thought of as precious and that gave me value, is liberating and frees my mind for true value - self value. God value.

Goodbye to my precious things. Hello to the precious me.