If you can't love something, let it go.
Jun. 30th, 2010 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I bought a skirt this weekend. It was relinquished to me in care of a beautiful, sturdy paper bag. I bought fast food three times, used four straw/lid combos, a pizza box, two cups of coffee in paper cups, three glass beer bottles, one glass wine bottle. Some napkins. It was vacation.
I don't know where any of these things are. Except the skirt.
The world seems full of invisible vessels. Some material things are treasured and coveted, but most of them are garbage. That seems so terribly wrong. If I were to open my heart to every physical thing that I accept with my hands, would I be more discerning? Realize sooner that there is no room in me to be responsible for the whole life cycle of the thing, and refuse it.
I don't know where any of these things are. Except the skirt.
The world seems full of invisible vessels. Some material things are treasured and coveted, but most of them are garbage. That seems so terribly wrong. If I were to open my heart to every physical thing that I accept with my hands, would I be more discerning? Realize sooner that there is no room in me to be responsible for the whole life cycle of the thing, and refuse it.