What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
Before I share my perspective, I want to acknowledge how privileged I am to have never experienced losing all my possessions. I’ve never known life without clothes on my back, food in my belly, and a place to lay my head and store my belongings. My heart aches for anyone who has ever lost all they owned.
But when I stop to think about what it would be like to lose all my possessions, my mind whispers
free
I admit I am a bit of a pack rat and I hold onto many things that should have been donated or trashed long ago. Just yesterday, I went through my closets and came out with two large bags full of gently used clothes for donation, much of which hadn’t been worn in at least a year.
It sounds so liberating, getting rid of it all. No “I might need this” or “someday I’ll use that”—just starting over with nothing to hold me back. A clean slate.
But all means ALL, doesn’t it?
The wooden figure bought in Bali the day I knew my husband was “the one.”
The birthday cards from my mother through the years, with words of love in her perfect cursive.
The UK memorabilia my daddy collected.
The American flag that laid across his casket.
I would put on a brave face, for sure. But underneath the stoicism and the “things are just things” attitude I would be
devastated
Eventually, I would move on. Time would dull the pain of losing. I’d gather more things.
And hopefully, freedom would come with the understanding that possessions spark memories, and memories can last forever even without the physical token.
So I’ll value my possessions and treat them with care while I have them…
…because I know there may come a day when memories are all that’s left.