I remember when younger I would often apply significance to items that didn't require it. Become overly sentimental over things, objects.

After being neet for a while and watching many things just become dust magnets and space occupiers I began to question the relevance of things in my life. And subsequently the impermanence of objects.

I could take something with supposed meaning, destroy it and nothing would actually change. Life would go on almost completely unaffected. The natural order of things.

So began some purging. Removal of the irrelevant. My room is still my childhood bedroom, though little remains of that time, except the horrible curtains and some cheap furniture.

There is no theme or organisation though, as I would like. Things that are used tend to lie where they fall, or where is most convenient/comfortable.

Depression tends to prevent finding meaning in things anyway, which is a barrier to more possessions, as there is little to no real pleasure to be gained from acquiring. I tend to get a little anxious now with new acquisitions anyway, as each thing is still just another burden on my mind. I don't keep much digitally either. Or bother taking photos.

If I can't get something I let it go.

It does make buying more essential items stressful though. Everything carefully considered, so carefully in fact that I tend to give up and just make do without.

In truth I would like a simple minimalist space to inhabit.