Lately, I’ve pondered all the stuff in the world. I’m not an environmentalist nor do I avidly recycle (I do recycle, but not as much as I should). I’m an animal lover but not a vegan. I hate the mere thought of landfills but I do contribute to them.
If I consider the stuff that’s in just one of my bathroom cabinets, my mind immediately does the math and considers how many bottles of lotion and creams and sprays are smearing our landscapes and clogging our seas.
The thought of destroying our planet and its creatures, humans included, in this way overwhelms and saddens me. Do we really need all this stuff?
“Actually this is just a place for my stuff, ya know? That’s all, a little place for my stuff. That’s all I want, that’s all you need in life, is a little place for your stuff, ya know? I can see it on your table, everybody’s got a little place for their stuff. This is my stuff, that’s your stuff, that’ll be his stuff over there. That’s all you need in life, a little place for your stuff. That’s all your house is: a place to keep your stuff. If you didn’t have so much stuff, you wouldn’t need a house. You could just walk around all the time. A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it. You can see that when you’re taking off in an airplane. You look down, you see everybody’s got a little pile of stuff. All the little piles of stuff. And when you leave your house, you gotta lock it up. Wouldn’t want somebody to come by and take some of your stuff. They always take the good stuff. They never bother with that crap you’re saving. All they want is the shiny stuff. That’s what your house is, a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get . . . more stuff! Sometimes you gotta move, gotta get a bigger house. Why? No room for your stuff anymore.” ~ George Carlin