Spring Cleaning?

I am sweeping up the remnants of things left behind, and searching for something worth keeping. Dusting off forgotten memories once treasured, now eroded by time, and their value considerably diminished. Interesting, the esteem you grant something when you can only see what’s on the surface of it. The shiny finish that made it sparkle wears off and you can see the metal that caused your finger to turn green.

I’ve yet to spend much time exploring life unsheltered, but despite its brevity, I have learned that keeping things and losing things are, in their own rites, equally difficult. And so I offer this advice, which I myself am currently struggling to follow, for the path, though clear, is perilous.

Throw out all which does not allow room for happiness.

We have cluttered our lives with hollow ambitions, false friends, and obligations to a clock and our wallets but not to our morals or our hearts.

We cling to routine, to cynicism out of habit, and to pessimism for fear of disappointment. Hoarding the things in life that turn us bitter, because we are afraid that in throwing them out, instead of making room for good, we’ll be left empty completely. Something, is better than nothing.

Perhaps.

But perhaps, nothing better than Something. Something Good. Something Great?

Every day I struggle with my own cowardice, but I’m learning that it is okay to let go. In my retrospection-inspection of my dustpan psyche, there are a few forgotten gifts I’d almost lost. Those few I will keep, but the rest, I must find the strength to part with.

We can not fear emptiness, because in emptiness we have room to wander.

Room to wonder?

Right now I’m musing in my emptiness. And I’ve yet to form a full thought on the matter, but my brain is tossing around this one word so many times that it must look like a piece of sea glass by now. But I’m so happy with it that stringing it into a sentence would ruin it’s magic. So I’ll give it to you to see if it tickles you the same way it does me.

Wonderful.

Wonder-full?