Earlier this year a storm swept through my little town. I was inside of my home when it ripped my roof away. I raced outside, dodging the flying debris as I checked on my neighbors.
To be within a scene I’ve only ever watched play out in movies knowing that I could die was electrifying in its terror. Some cried. Others screamed.
I didn’t care if I lost it all. I had clothes on my back and my phone in my pocket, so I knew that I could start over if I lived through it, and if I didn’t none of it would matter to me anyway.
While I didn’t lose everything that day it made me realize how little my possessions mattered to me. It also made me ask why I keep such things if I care so little about them.
More importantly, it also made me realize that as the world changes, events like this will become more frequent.
I redoubled my efforts to thin down after that day. If it means so little to me now, then why bother keeping it at all?
How would you feel if a disaster caused you to lose everything?