I am starting to dispense with some items that I have carried with me for way too many years. The purpose in holding on to these items I surmise is somehow attributed to a complex set of values that possibly never had any real value at all; only perceived and established by me as important at some point in time, such as a sense of duty, a sense of guilt, a sense of remembrance, a sense of moral obligation, a sense of responsibility, etc..

I just feel that these items no longer serve a purpose, that they have somehow become a subtle entrapment to former times which prevent me from experiencing fulfillment in the here and now.

Of course a person shouldn’t be in a hurry to erase the past. I mean, once discarded, it can’t be recaptured.

Am I really ready and willing to never look back, to never remember what once was?