STUFF
At this stage of life, I don’t need more things—I need more meaning.
The shelves are already full, the drawers already crowded, and someday someone else will have to sort through it all. What matters now isn’t adding to the pile, but shaping the echoes that remain: reflections, humor, and the small truths that carry forward.
I’ve learned that objects fade, break, or get forgotten, but meaning endures. A story told, a laugh shared, or a gentle reminder of care can outlast any gadget or trinket. So instead of gathering more, I’m choosing to gather less—and to give more attention to what lingers in memory, not what gathers dust.