What a coincidence, no?
Hidden inside the hard-taught, broken lesson of assigning value to things/beings with which we have an emotional connection is the treasure of learning how to see and appreciate quality.
When ya buy things, be patient until you can get the best quality one… otherwise, ya just buyin’ a bunch of junk that’ll clutter and be replaced.”
Nancy Ashton (1926-2014)
I think it’s because of this I’m not a collector. I don’t collect books, trinkets, clothes, friends, guns, baseball cards, degrees, religious accomplishments, etc. etc. etc… at this point I think if I started, I’d feel like some sort of ego-feeding hoarder.
Sitting quietly sometimes, I can Nancy’s voice in my head. “Why you need all them ‘friends’, Billy. Those people ain’t your friend. You’ll know who your friends are when you ain’t got nothing. See who’s left.”
Again, great lesson… horrible delivery. (See where I get it from?)
A few of *whatever* in the finest quality possible, is worth a thousand shitty ones.
(See y'all tomorrow)