Crockpot

I believe in doing what you want.
Let’s skip ahead to whatever your end is ... whenever that end is.
What do we see?
People crying (maybe).
A house load or at least a pick up truck load worth of stuff orphaned to a family member who doesn’t have the room for it (cause they have a truck load of their own shit) or a thrift store mid-town flipped through by those who are building up (or adding to) their own pile.

Everything you “own” is a crockpot. Well, a crock of shit at least.
It’s pointless, most certainly after you are gone and most likely even while you are here. What are you doing with all of that crap?
Seriously?
What do you plan on doing with it?
Today? Tomorrow? After you are burned or buried?

Do what you want and stop collecting shit like a crazy person shipwrecked in a junkyard.

I have a feeling, let’s swing for the fences and call it a gut feeling, that you have things you want to do. Things you want but haven’t done. You’ve thought about it, dreamt about it, daydreamed about it, spoke about it and maybe even wrote it down.
Yet you haven’t done anything about it. Why?

It’s simple.
You are too busy collecting things — scrapbooking instead of experiencing.
You are building up a bank that doesn’t have a currency where you are going.

What to do?

Drag every last thing you own and don’t regularly use into the front yard (back if you’re shy) and smother it all with good ol’ Gas -O- Leen. Strike a match (really soak that sound and smell in) then drop onto the pile of pointless.
Watch as the unneeded melts into something that has always been an intangible word to you.

Freedom.

It’s now yours. What to do?

Well, what you want of course. Go play. Have fun.

Pack light.

~ Jack Piatt