Identification

Today as I read my book on the train, I read chapters by the name of "Identification With Things" and "The Lost Ring". These two chapters had made me come to my senses. As I thought deeply into the words that I was reading, It made me really take notice and realize that materialistic items are purely a way of boosting our egoistic minds and being. It stated "We are buying identification enhancers". That is utterly true, but whether people know that or not they still do care about appearance/reputation/lifestyle etc etc. The majority of people or you could even say everybody wants to look their best, by buying clothing, cosmetics, getting surgery. Everybody wants to have a nice house, whether it's an ocean view, wondrous garden, stylish interior/exterior design. Everybody is doing these things to satisfy others and themselves. Why? Why does everybody have to care that much? No matter what, humanity will care. I mean I buy "identification enhancers" even if it's just to please myself.

In the next chapter it was explaining how if we let go of a possession of value or meaning, from you're mothers diamond necklace to even just a childhood toy. It won't change "who I am", will it? No. It's teaching people how to let go of items and yes you may fell diminished but In actual fact who you are won't be diminished. You're head simply gets confused, thinking that, that cherished/important item is a part of who you are.

I'm learning and getting a sense of who I am.
I all advice you to read this book, "A New Earth" By Eckkhart Tolle.

Peace.

Bits and Pieces

Oh fashion, just amazing what you can put together and how creative the results can be.
I went into and op shop today through my venture in town and Nikki scored herself a black leather jacket, while I found a dark turquoise velvet blazer...yes I said velvet and the worst part was it had frills on the cuffs as well. I cut the frills off and it looks utterly good now. Never under estimate clothing.

I also happened to purchase a pair of black vans. Oh I know every body has a pair of the black ones, but unfortunately they didn't have my size in a mustard yellow. Ill be taking regular visits there now.

And why oh why does Perth have to be so completely horrible? We have no amazing tourist attractions, no label like "The City That Never Sleeps" or "The City Of Love", no individuality in this City. It's a cardboard box. The four walls are my boundaries, yet I know there are amazing places beyond. I just have to wait two more years. Goodbye trashy box, Hello Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

Peace and Love

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My most inner thoughts, ideas, experiences, likings/dis-likings, emotions, etc etc will now be typed, not only thought about in my head or through words, but through keys on my laptop. I do not mind if your not intrigued by any of my words but had the decency to read them. Peace