Museum Mentality

There are those who believe that they own things;
Some people believe that they own cats –
Or other humans.
These people do not even own themselves.

Verse 29, “The Tao of Meow”

This portion of feline prose probes deep!

These days, I go for a walk in the morning, right before breakfast. As I walk along my very hilly neighborhood, I see periwinkle skies, mountains, evergreen trees and lakes in the distance. It’s breathtaking. But as much as I admire these views, I know I will not have these forever. I will likely move to somewhere more affordable without such views, or will not be seeing them when I’m pushing daisies. And that is okay with me. I have a museum mentality: “I admire this piece of art, I like it, but I do not need to bring it home with me.” I am content admiring the art while I meander the museum, and go home content with those memories. I think part of this stems from my belief in philosophies of Buddhism (let go, impermanence) and minimalism. Like an exotic vacation, we can fully enjoy something for a limited time, without wanting to keep that circumstance permanently.