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Not if I lost my animals.
posted by
lonebutte
on May 19, 2004 at 9:31 PM
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tremacc, I agree with what you said about life defining you,
rather than "stuff" but I also think not many people follow this tenet, unfortunately. Thanks for reading!
posted by
Julia.
on May 19, 2004 at 12:18 PM
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Good post. Brings about reflection of the past and anticipation for the future. I think for me the keyword is
life. I think that your very life and how you choose to live it defines you, not what you have. When I am laying down in the still, quiet dark of night without distraction, stuff isn't what I think about. I think I'm more into the intangible than the tangible, though. Nice read. Thanks for writing.
posted by
Tremac
on May 18, 2004 at 8:39 PM
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sftreat--wow. Thanks so much for your comment. You are right, after the stuff is gone, we are still here.
passionflower--well, I'm glad somebody did. It kind of snuck up on me...
moondawg--thanks. It's great to write about things people can identify with, isn't it?
posted by
Julia.
on May 18, 2004 at 5:10 PM
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OMG!!!
That is such a current and relevant subject for me. I used to live life as outsider. I was way out there. You don't need details. That just glorifies my past. But the end result was when I walked out on the life of crime I shared with the Love of My Life - He stayed in the life to this day. I lost everything I owned, including all my mementos, my dad's ashes and my birds, my cameras, my art supplies, everything I thought was mean and mine. And it took me a year, before I could speak of it, without feeling like a fresh rip just snagged my sould and made me bleed again. I still hurt, I still ache, I still want the things that are gone back... But that's gone, over and done with, physically speaking. So I live with the Serenity Prayer in my head and heart, and sometimes I live life 5 minutes at a time, while I try to get to know the real me. I was not my stuff, and my stuff was not me, because after it was gone, I was still here, reeling from the loss and the pain. But it gets better. Very slowly. Just one day at a time. Peace and love to those of you who really know what I mean and God Bless and Protect you that don't so that it may never happen to you! The Treat
posted by
sftreat
on May 18, 2004 at 3:44 PM
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Quirky, I knew Omar's house fire would do this to you. You're all philosophical, like what's the meaning of life? Why am I here? What's truly important? This is a stage that's normal for you to got thru. I hope you figure out some important issues.
posted by
Passionflower
on May 18, 2004 at 3:40 PM
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Twice I've had first hand experience
with this exact thing. When I divorced I left the marriage with less than I had when I went into it. Was ready for the new and didn't want the sentimental garbage. The second time I became so tired of who I was and where my life was going, that after a burglury one nigh,t about six months after the divorce, took the few things that I had attachments to, I piled everything else up and burned it.
I've had a whole different view of the materialistic since that time. I'm more about who i am not about what I am connected to. Great post very thought provoking.
posted by
Moondawg
on May 18, 2004 at 3:28 PM
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