“In the end, it is the person you become, not the things you achieve, that is most important.”…nor is it the stuff you collect, I might add. Don’t get me wrong, I like my stuff the same as the next person, but one thing I have discovered over the last six months, is that stuff is simply stuff.
I was reading about a family who lost everything in a house fire. In a matter of minutes everything they had worked so hard to gather over the years was gone. The family had gotten out safely and that was all that really mattered to them. The young son put it into perspective when he said, “It’s just stuff. We can always get more.”
I have come full circle with that concept. I have never experienced a fire, or flood, or a natural disaster of any kind, that simply swept in and took all my stuff with it. But I have been thinking along those lines of late, reflecting on that week in August when my family had to sort through all we had accumulated over the past thirteen to thirty years, and decide whether to pitch it, give it away, keep it with us, or put it in storage.
I’ve often wondered if it wouldn’t have been easier simply to have lost it all in one fell swoop instead of agonizing over where it went, should I have kept it or do I still have it somewhere, packed away.
Not going to lie, those were difficult days that followed, adjusting to this new, lighter-load family we had become. But I have also come to realize even on those days that I wish my present stuff and absent stuff could reunite and reside in everlasting bliss under the same roof, I am doing just fine without it. Sometimes I miss it. I’m glad I still own it but my life has and is continuing on. For that I am grateful.
It’s not about the stuff but a life well lived.