I’ve been finding some lost items unexpectedly and in unexpected places. It’s been unsettling, to not be able to find so many things. And I resort to my bad habit of detaching and convincing myself that it’s not a big deal and I’ll be able to replace some of those things, if not all. Be so it may, I know deep down that I would never be able to replace what I had before. I would have to be content with something perhaps similar but never what it was before. And maybe in the same way I’m detached, I am also incapable of discarding things. Things that are useless, things that are wrong, things that really should not be taking up my space.
Ability to purge. It really is a virtue.
