All that I have remaining besides my washboard, washtub, and bike, fit into a medium sized suit case(filled to the brim) in the trunk of my car. I havn't used or looked at any of it in awhile and will most likely only use four things in that suitcase. The remainder of the space is filled with old journals and writings. Also maybe one or two important documents(land deed for some crappy land in the middle of the dessert, bike mistake) I really want to just throw it all away except for those 4 or 5 things. All the journals, all the writings, all the pictures, etc. I started keeping my journals and writings thinking that it is good to chronicle my life and look back at who I used to be and what thoughts I used to have, so I could see my own growth as a person. The oldest journal I have is 5 years old. The more I think about it the more I feel like that is just silly, keeping all of those notebooks. Who am I to chronicle my life? I came into this world as just another organism who eats and drinks, just like the rest of the animals on earth. Writing down thoughts and chronicling myself is too suggest that I am somehow above the animals of the earth or above the earth itself. Hording those old notebooks is like keeping little reminders that I am a real person. But the reality is that I'm just one of billions, and even smaller in the sense of the entire universe. Coming from that train of thought, having my little journals of "who I was" seems a bit silly and self-centered. I really want to get rid of them, but I am attached. It is weird how we humans get so attached to inanimate objects! I see it in others and myself and don't think I'll ever fully understand(besides the nostalgia).