sorry about the grammer and spelling

I had a moment the other night, while i couldn't sleep, that led me to understanding for the first time that holding on to materialistic stuff only ways me down. Not only does it take up more space, but i keep all this random stuff to hold onto memories, and some of these memories have needed to go away years ago. I had a good laugh looking at all the things i had insisted on keeping. One was a shirt, neatly folded and put into a box. It had lived in this box for i think 6 years, or maybe longer, and was deemed special, like a treasure. This treasure ended up being a large shirt with a monkey in a thinking pose on it and below the monkey was the quote "to be or not to be". It gets better, below the quote and to the side were faded signatures belonging to 5 boys. I can't even remember the name of there short lived singing group, i don't even think i ever heard there music. The point is that i kept the shirt for a ridiculous amount of time. Now i am looking at all my stuff like that, hording is a terrible habbit and for me i think it is done out of fear of losing somthing. I feel like i am starting to conquer this fear, and that feels really good. alright time to go to bed.