I've recently been trying to reduce my possession footprint. It partially started in 2015 with the move, but it was more a utilitarian process of "will or won't I need this?" than a introspective "why do I have this and what do I still think about it?" It's good to do that time-to-time to remove the glut of stupid possessions that we all pile up. I like to reflect on what I own, with the Fight Club quote "The things you own, end up owning you" still hanging on after all these years.
I like to think that I know something about life. I've had 36 years of it. In that time, I've experienced much, and have met a diverse group of people, all of whom are driven by different things. Career, family, religion are some common examples, but there are so many others. If the world has taught me anything, it's that people have a broad and deep list of passions that drive them.
So what's the common thread here? Is there an objective way to say that something, definitively, is the meaning of life?
About three years ago, my walkabout the country made me noticed how winded I was just walking around. Some time after returning home I decided it was time to get serious about my own fitness.
I decided to put down some thoughts to the long-abandoned blog. Getting back to Who Is... was something on the agenda, but I just lost track of the time; between a career that has been sucking the life out of me, and trying to decide what to do with my life, the blog fell by the wayside, a victim of shifting priorities I suppose.