21st March 06
freedom freedom freedom. Our country and president are obsessed with talking about freedom, but it seems to me that what we actually desire is simply short-lived pleasures. Look at the average debt of Americans and you will find that people value stuff more than anything else – even more than time with each other. Before paychecks are deposited they are already spent. Acquiring the “American dream” requires excessive spending that usually cannot be attained without being imprisoned by the very purchases that required such hard work.
Somehow we’ve all been duped into believing that things matter more than people. Why do parents stand in absurdly long lines just to buy toys that will become obsolete before they even get placed in the trunk? In Sub-Saharan Africa the average annual income is $300 – that’s less than an Xbox 360.
Most people who come into my apartment see a clean and coordinated little space, but as my move-out date encroaches (Saturday), I look around and only see the junk I need to toss or sell.
I’ve decided to get rid of every piece of furniture - including my bed – the only exception is a hopechest given to me by my Dad. I’ve taken bags of clothing and household items to a Catholic charity that freely distributes them to poor families in the community. I figure if everything I own can’t fit in my car, then I don’t need to own it anymore. This is probably the last time in my life when I can do this and not feel the slightest bit of sentimentality for the loss of my property.
And to be honest – I feel surprisingly free.