I have traveled light through this world. I intend to depart it lightly as well.
I have few things.
What stuff would that be? And who of my family do people imagine are going to fight over what I have? Other than my books, my clothes and my record collection…which fits in an orange crate…all my “stuff” fits in the shelves and drawers of one desk (or, as has been done before, the back seat of the car I used to have, including the records).
And most of the stuff I have has no intrinsic value. Bits of blown glass, a few shells, a couple of rocks, some carved wood, a couple of kaleidoscopes…
I’ve gone through my life with few things. What more do I need than what I need to get me through the day? This day. Maybe tomorrow. Next month seems a world away.