Life isn't balanced and this is a common truth. There are things we want but can't get and sometimes we get to have things that we can't use but we still hold dearly on to them in our own way. And that makes us humans. We can be clingy on things that every active sense screams we give out.
When it comes to giving, it isn't an easy task yet it is very easy and a fun thing to do. When I say fun, I mean the feeling attached to it. The smile people showcase when being given something can't just be explained, which is why I believe that we can truly feel this if we give out from our heart.
I love giving out things to people. It is one thing that makes my heart beat and put a smile on my face. I believe when we give things out, it helps us be better. It may seem like a simple thing and it sure is but the feeling it gives isn't simple, it is unbelievably great. Also, giving helps me be grateful for what I have whenever I feel sad.
Donations are one way to help people the best way we can and feel alive while doing it. As I sure feel so, and if you doubt me, you can give it a try. Thank me later.
There are certain things I have donated or given out that I am proud I did. And, they are things I still hold dearly on even when I know they don't serve a purpose for me anymore and will surely help others if I let go but... Geez. It is hard.
I love making wigs. It is part of the things I do in my less busy time and I have a wig that I did myself some years ago and I love it. Even when I have done other wigs that I have let go of, I am still holding on to this wig or should I say, it is the wig that is still holding on to me. I believe the latter sounds better so let's just stick with it hehe.
The thing about the wig is that it was the first wig I made and it stands as a reminder to me (that's what I tell myself anytime I see it). It reminds me how the needle prick my fingers as I moved them to sew on it and how I sweat endlessly trying to move the weavon left and right while making it. Making the wig wasn't easy but it turned out good which is one of the reasons I haven't let go of it. You can say it made me feel like a scientist who trained a new specie how to speak English and the specie did well with it. The feeling is remarkable.
This is why I feel I should let go of it now. And I plan to when I get back home to pick it up and add it to the things I plan on donating to people I feel need them. And I do hope I am strong enough this time to let go as I have gotten to know that the memory I have with the wig can never be taken off my memory. All I need is to take a picture of it when I return home next month.
This is my response to the Kiss blogging idea in the Minimalist Community.
Still yours truly,
Balikis.
Thanks for reading.
Peace be unto those who crave it and more to those who chase it away.
