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  • This is a story about how I am getting rid of most of my things.

    Our culture is absorbed in the idea that we need things in order to be accepted by society, and that it's a totally normal habit to consume the amount that we do. But in reality, this puts much stress on the earth as well as ourselves. Just think about it: how much time do we spend maintaining our things, either it be cleaning them, picking them up and putting them away, dragging them around, replacing them, storing them? Imagine what we could do with all of this time!

    The more and more I think about outer space and the more and more strangers I encounter, the smaller and smaller I feel. I feel worthy, defenitly, but not special, because we're all special.. if that makes sense! I used to try so hard to stand out and be an iconic individual, but hey, I feel it's way too much work, especially if there are millions of others trying to do the same thing as you!

    Those are just my thoughts..

    Anyway.
    I am getting rid of many of my things before university this fall, so I would like to just share some thoughts about the whole experience so far!
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