Here’s a quote from It’s Hard to Make a Difference When You Can’t Find Your Keys. It so aptly describes my life:
"I brought those books into the house, every one made of ground-up trees. I read them, yes, and loved them, but I have easy access to three good libraries. I didn’t need to house a library of my own. I piled up those books because I am impatient; I want to look up a quote or a fact instantly. Because I fend off worries by escaping, and books are my escape mechanism…The books are an expensive, troublesome, heavy, space-occupying fortress against having to confront my inner bugaboos. I guess that’s also true of…the closets full of rarely worn clothes. Stuff taken from the earth to bolster fantasy or foist off fear, stuff our non-affluent household paid a fortune for, stuff I’ve housed for decades, stuff that occupied the space of real life.
Picture all that stuff wrested from the mines and forests and soils of the earth and, finally, unceremoniously, dumped…The price we’re paying for our stuff–in money and time and space and resources–is tremendous."
Environmental activist, Dana Meadows, coauthor of Limits to Growth