No, I am not talking about reincarnation. I am talking about when I look around and see possessions for which I no longer have use, or even have any joy in owning. And yet, I am reluctant to dispose of them. Here is my modest coin and currency collection. Oh, look, binders full of postage stamps that I exhibited twelve years ago. The top of the bookcase is lined with Tibetan artifacts (if I had learned a principle from both Christians and Buddhists about having many possessions, this topic would not be written). My Marvel comics from the 1980s are in storage, I hope they are still salable.
When I look at those things, I feel like they were past lives; I am no longer that man. I am The Doctor (reference for fans of Dr. Who), I have regenerated into a new man that has elements of the original man still within. I am regenerating (albeit slowly) right now.
Yet, those objects were a part of me at one time. Some of these things took a great deal of time and money to accumulate. Many have good memories, some have bad memories.
And some are painful reminders of broken dreams, goals unmet, unbridled enthusiasm.
It is difficult, and next to impossible, to sell many of these things. Plus, I have things I am doing now and it conflicts with my time to catalogue and market my past.
So, does anyone else have to deal with relics that they no longer need, but still linger in their possession?