I found myself mindlessly staring at my messy room today. My messy house. Well, my parent’s messy house. I sometimes wonder how it got this way, probably through years and years of hoarding and neglect and putting things away and never letting go. That’s how I feel my heart is sometimes — a packrat’s haven. I’ve got so many little annoying things stored up inside, things that I am unwilling to part with, that they are all I see, clouding my vision. I focus on the mess of my life, and I cannot — will not — see the beauty of the simple contents of my life. My life is so cluttered right now, and I’ve got to simplify it before I go.
Archives: Cleaning the Heart (07/18/2006) May 26, 2008