I feel like there are all these things around me cluttering me. I don’t know how much of this is metaphorical or realistic, but I feel like I am surrounded by clutter. It feels almost as if I’m walking around pushing around little fogs bubbles.
It’s really inspired me to start clearing things out, moving things, and getting rid of things.
I don’t need all of these things, whether it be face washes, boxes, or regret. There’s just too much. It’s like I want to do all these things, but I can’t get through the mess to it. It’s not inspiring and it makes doing things more difficult.
But it’s about walking through and decluttering in order to move forward. Because we surround ourselves with things, and in the end, they just exist for so long, whether it to be until they get used up, or until we get used up. What is left of us will be our stuff. I don’t want to be saddled down or saddle anyone else down. When I go, I want the things behind to reflect me, in my true essential self, not a lot of things that don’t accurately reflect me. If I don’t love it, don’t want it. I want to surround myself with things that enrich my life.