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Thursday, January 29, 2015
What Stuff Do You Carry?
“Shall we never never get rid of this Past? ... It lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.” ― Nathaniel Hawthorne
Our life can become a cluttered existence. What I mean is that we complicate things by gathering so many things. I'm not speaking simply of material things, but of gathering emotions. We collect the hurts and pains of being wronged along with the memories of what we may have done to others.
This "stuff" wears us down and impacts our ability to have a better life.
We carry those hurts and pains on our heart which limits our ability to have a truly great relationship with the rest of the world. It also limits our ability to have a great relationship with our belief; God, Buddha, Muhammad or any other forms.
I could go on about the "weight" of keeping all of this stuff we carry on our lives.
But I believe George Carlin said it best in his routine called All My Stuff. I believe he came out with this in August of 1981. My view is that even though it rails against materialism in life, it can easily draw a parallel to how we carry "emotional baggage" in life.
So without further adieu; George Carlin and "All My Stuff" for your reading pleasure.
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Actually this is just a place for my stuff, ya know?
That's all, a little place for my stuff. That's all I want, that's all you need in life, is a little place for your stuff, ya know?
I can see it on your table, everybody's got a little place for their stuff. This is my stuff, that's your stuff, that'll be his stuff over there.
That's all you need in life, a little place for your stuff.
That's all your house is: a place to keep your stuff. If you didn't have so much stuff, you wouldn't need a house. You could just walk around all the time.
A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it. You can see that when you're taking off in an airplane. You look down, you see everybody's got a little pile of stuff. All the little piles of stuff.
And when you leave your house, you gotta lock it up. Wouldn't want somebody to come by and take some of your stuff. They always take the good stuff. They never bother with that crap you're saving. All they want is the shiny stuff.
That's what your house is, a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get...more stuff!
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Stop and think about all of that "stuff" you carry in your life. Empty some of those stones you carry in the wagon being pulled behind you. Lighten your load and get on with a greater life.
Stay inspired my friends!
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