Of late I realize how attached I get to people, places and even things.
This is not just limited to stuff that I care about, but also mundane things that I don’t really generally much about either.
On most days, I am not even conscious about it. But when I am, I find it increasingly weird.
This hits different than hoarding though. Garbage is something I can easily get rid off. It is just that the definition of what I consider garbage is limited. More worryingly, I find accepting stuff (or God forbid, people) that I considered a treasure can now safely be put in the bin extremely difficult.
This was always the case to an extent, it is not new. Just that at my age I just have come to this self realization on my own.
What do I need to do about it?
I am not sure to be honest. On one hand, I agree, obsessively being attached to anything or anyone is not healthy. But, at the same time, Life still works, relatively okay. Of course, inanimate objects are better in this regard. They can’t really let me down.
People, on the other hand, can. And often do. That hurts. But unlike many who can simply uproot such folks from their lives, I persevere. In the hope that things will get better in time or I will be able to improve things in the future. Hope makes me tick.
At the end of the day, there is not much else we can do anyway.
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