Moving things. There are things in our lives that define us. When you have to move those things out to make room for a smaller place, well that just makes you wonder. Why did I decide to accumulate all of these things in the first place? What purpose did they serve? Did they serve any purpose at all?
It was a bunch of books. A lot of books that took up two shelves two books deep per shelf. Some had three.
So what did these books have to do with my life? I didn't read them all. No way in hell did I ever get around to reading them all. So that's where I'm at.
I sold them all today. Well most of them. Like 99% of them. I have roughly ten books left. Why did I keep those ten books? Do they serve a purpose for me? I'm not sure. But they stick around for a reason I'm sure.
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