Having Less for More Life

Last night, I made up my mind to do something about the books that I wanted to sell some six months ago. So to say, I had allow such nonsenses occupied my mind for months, and no actions were taken against them. This morning, I woke up with a blast of energy to conquer my procrastination. I took out the books from the bag, and was actually turned off by the amount of dust on the bag. Why do I delay such "pain" when I can actually do it half a year ago? - Procastination, sucks.  Some books were deformed after staying in the bag for such long period, thus making taking photos of them rougher. About my idea of owning books: I love books, especially love buying them. Owning them makes me feel "clever" - FAKE IMPRESSION. I always told myself that I will read the books that I've bought, but it never happen. Never.  I can buy up to 3 books at one time, and this bad habit has been going for years.  The population of books in my house started to grow and a grow, and only

Term: Less for More.  Recently, I chanced upon this term, and it set me thinking for the past few days.  It shares that having Less things creates More space in life; and this is not the first time I came across this term.  I have been reflecting about my life for the past few days, and I realised that I have so many things that I don’t need, but I’m keeping them for “memories”, for “happiness”, and for the sake of having it.  Does those things give me nice memories?  Does those things give me happiness?  Does those things make me a better person?  And does those things make me any richer?  My answer to all those questions is: NO.  In fact, having so many things in my life actually makes me miserable - I’ve run out of space at home; I buy things to fulfill a fake sense of happiness; I carry more stuffs in my bag than I actually need; I waste more time concerning about things that aren’t important; and many more.  For example, I have wasted a lot of time thinking about what notebook to