There were times when I have struggled a balance between my dreams
of material wealth and spiritual happiness. Not that there were many
possessions, a bare room that looked more like a scholar's study than a girl's
bedroom but there was always a need to keep it spick and span.
There was this craving for possessions later always caused by an
awareness of a lack looking at the wealthy and the rich. Then now, when it is possible
to have possessions and objects that one wants, this strange heart wants
nothing but to be left at peace, to know the wisdom of simplicity and of
keeping away from needless clutter.
It wants not to learn the price of new desirables but to keep against
its heart the priceless value of timeworn possessions, worn-out words, tired
dreams and old loves of words, coffee, wine, music and you.
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