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Apr 27, 2016 - 5:47 AM
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Graham Watt
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I've been feeling a bit strange recently, like I'm entering another stage of life. It might only last a day, but at the moment it's an odd thing indeed.
I could have put this on the other side of the Board, but I didn't want it to be soundtrack specific. Anyway, I'll be brief, as I don't feel like spending time in front of the computer screen talking to people I don't really know (although you are all virtually my friends - ha!).
I've been feeling burdened by the amount of things I have. Music that I "have to" listen to 100 times over, simply because I've got it, DVDs of films I "must" watch more often than they deserve, because if not they're just taking up space, books and magazines and things and each time more and more and more. I feel that they own me. Even photograph albums. Who's interested in looking at those things now? And clothes. FOUR pairs of shoes? Why?
And so I thought of one of my favourite score CDs (actually, it wasn't anything specific) and in my new frame of mind I thought that no, I really DON'T need to hear it again. I don't NEED to hear it again. I'd be happier (?) if its beauty wasn't dragging me into HAVING to hear it again.
And I imagined how free I'd be if I simply didn't have anything to keep. I'd get books from the library, watch films once at the cinema, look at good documentaries and stuff on YouTube (and explore more music there too, but not listening to the same thing over and over again). I'd buy new shoes when the old ones fell off my feet.
I'd still work of course, because although this is an "anti-materialistic" rant, I'd still like to have a house to live in, and I'd have to pay for food and my Internet connection etc (although I'd drift away from forums - too much of a pull there, another obligation). Oh, and I'd need money to travel, and to really experience life and meet new people. And then most things would begin to exist as strong memories in my head, instead of as anti-social addictive hardware on my shelves.
That is how I feel today.
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Graham, even if you wish to no longer own physical media (CDs, LPs, PCs, etc.), you MUST listen to dodecaphonic music.
You will obey ...
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What will he find?
His destiny.
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The moment i saw mr Que's name, i knew we could turn this into a Pota thread! Ha ha.
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So basically mr watt you want to rip your collection to the computer and dump a lot of your physical CDs and such like?
Or box it up, label it, and put it away so you pretend not to have so much stuff.?
I always find the times when im brutal and have a clear out, no less than 2 weeks later i remember it as better than it was and want to play it again!
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Dp for a change
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I've been feeling a bit strange recently, like I'm entering another stage of life. It might only last a day, but at the moment it's an odd thing indeed.
Guessing I am that you are soon to or have already approached middle age. 
I was told that with elderly it can get more pronounced, with them being "tired of forming new relationships", including relationships with yet another machine, yet another technology. Hence, the stereotypical unwillingness to jump into the next new thing.
I'm doing this sort of thing, too, lately, because I'm 52 now, and also in a small apartment. I'm not so much getting new stuff as just replacing older things that really need replacing, or replacing them with more durable versions (cast iron cookware, for instance).
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Apr 27, 2016 - 9:41 PM
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edwzoomom
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Graham, this is so pertinent to me at the moment that it is almost ironic. You see, we are in the process of moving my elderly mother-in-law into a senior living community. Through the years, we have always known that she retained everything, or so it seemed. I can't define her as a hoarder in a true sense. The house she is leaving was always in perfect order, immaculate and elegantly decorated. All of the items around the house were kept in the basement, attic and in closets. Oh my, the volume.
My husband and I, along with our kids and other relatives have been helping her go through the house to sort, clean, classify, box and move her possessions. We are exhausted. If I had an hour, I would list the treasures we have uncovered. These have included her own mother's Christening gown and Wedding gown. We found her father's WWI medals and uniforms. We found glass negatives of family photos taken in the early 1900's. Did I tell you about the dishes and glassware? Carnival glass by the box and World's Fair glasses from 1939 that look like they just came out of a box as new. The list goes on and on and on.
Along with the treasures, we have found every box from every appliance or electronic device purchased since the beginning of time. All were piled neatly in the basement. Perhaps not since the beginning of time but at least from the last 30 years. Top that off with 88 years worth of books, Bibles, photos, greeting cards, letters, postcards to infinity and beyond. We are exhausted and fascinated at the same time.
I have learned SO much about this lovely woman this past month by being a part of the move. But I also learned something about myself. I have decided that I cannot leave this amount of "stuff" behind for my family to deal with. My husband and I are looking to downsize our home after we retire and it will begin by unloading many items I can live without, which may include some music. Oh God, did I just say that?
Graham, I needed to read this tonight. Thanks.
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In 2005, I moved from a five-bedroom house to a three-bedroom condominium.
The third story of that house was my studio. Having been a career artist, I had accumulated over thirty years worth of artwork.
When moving time arrived, I planned to spend time investigating all of the old art files. There were probably hundreds of cartoons, illustrations and designs that I didn't want to part with.
In the end, I didn't have enough time to do that.
I had to toss all of that artwork from the third story window into a dump truck below.
And then I wept.
As that dump truck pulled away, and I watched all of my artwork headed to a trash heap somewhere, it was like a switch was thrown in my mind.
From that moment until today, I have not cared about "things" anymore.
It was like being set free!
I don't own any "thing" that I care about.
My focus is on the people in my life. The relationships I have.
I was in bondage to all of the stuff I once owned, and now I'm FREE!
I've never known a greater level of peace before, and I intend to keep it!
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