Are we all collectors? It seems so. We humans like our collections of jigsaw puzzles, books, bottles of various sizes, picture frames, photographs, family newsletters, coffee mugs, ex-husbands, kitchen gadgets, clothes that don’t fit. That is my list. I know others that collect Facebook friends, miniature tea sets, decorative chickens, mounted animals (think taxidermy), shot glasses, dolls, magnets, angels and the lists go on and on and on…
I started looking at my books today. I have a modest collection, maybe upwards of 200. And I started thinking how many of these books do I absolutely know I will never read again? Why do I move them from home to new home? What purpose do they serve? One day, an interesting visitor, might by chance say…”hey, you’ve read Moby Dick?” What a sad and boring conversation would follow. But, if the book is no longer on my shelf then that same interesting someday visitor might ask a different question which leads to self-discovery or sparks the idea for an invention that changes the world. It could happen that way. Eventually I will be down to a single bookshelf from three and then maybe from there get rid of all but the 3-5 books I would take to a desert island.
So for that reason (not really) and many more, reasons that minimalists and simple livers everywhere would understand, I boxed up about 20 books, some of them classics, and I put them in the car to drop off at goodwill or one of those book bins I see about town.
I also decided I no longer “need” my used-alcohol-beverage-container collection. You have to admit mini Patron bottles are quite cute. I bagged those up and took them to the trash.
I am thinking I might start collecting books on minimalism… (hahaha…get it? Funny Stuff!)