Day 3,014 —So Many Books— with a PICTURE of a PINK ROSE #786

My daughter wanted to stay home today and is now sleeping, so I had to rush my run, so I could be home with her, so my wife could leave for work, but that’s okay. I really am mainly still focused on going through all my books. I cannot walk past the piles without making some progress. It feels good. I like the idea of only owning things that make you feel happy. It seems obvious when you think about it, but I own so much stuff that I actively despise. Now, I want to get rid of it all. Most of it is gifts or things I got for free, but still. Why did I ever feel like I needed to own these things?   

I used to fantasize of having a sprawling library. I would collect books just to have them, not because I was necessarily interested in reading them at that moment. I do have varying interest, but it is rare that I will scan my library when I am looking for something new to read. It is hard giving them up because of all the time and resources I have invested in owning them, but if not now, when?