We all have too much stuff. But, it’s important stuff, or at least it’s important to us. Why is that? Truthfully I don’t have an answer. Since this blog is about whatever I think about at the time I write, this is about stuff.
Stuff can be almost anything. Clothes, cars, boats, computers, the latest gadgets, balls of tin foil are all in the stuff category. We spend our lives collecting and rejecting stuff. Personally I have experienced the ‘two happiest days in a man’s life,’ - when you buy a boat and when you sell it. Now, I don’t have a boat, but I have lots of stuff that means nothing or almost nothing to anyone but me.
When I die, my heirs will look at all my stuff and say, "What are we going to do with all that junk?" They will have to hold an estate sale or garage sale and get as much cash as they can for my stuff. Or, just hire someone to haul it all off to the landfill. Either way, there goes all my important stuff.
I have an old friend that I chat with often and one day I asked him, "When you die can I have all your stuff?" He said I could, but I would have to take his wife too.
I told him to forget I ever asked.
PMO
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