I went to an estate sale this past week. I love going to estate sales!
The house was an expensive home on a golf course. Whoever lived in the house must have been a collector, because many of the items for sale were valuable collectibles. I was really amazed at what items the family was selling: a vintage canoe, real Indian pottery, fine china, etc.… As I walked among the junk peddlers, thrift shop managers and collectors, I begin to ponder about the stories these items could tell Maybe they could tell the story of how or why they were purchased, or better yet snapshots of memories that happened in the house while they were present; like a play-by-play analyst.
Was there no sentimental value for these items from their loved ones?
What would the beautiful vase on the table tell us about the days it had anniversary flowers in it?
What rivers did the vintage canoe navigate? Was there adventure involved? Who was there?
Why didn’t these items hold any memories, any personal value to someone?
It was at that moment a strong sense of despair came over me. Why didn’t the family want this stuff? This woman had a lifetime of collectibles, furniture, books and antiques. A lifetime of memories, and it would all be gone by the end of the day. A lifetime gone in a day.
Tomorrow all that would be left is a shell of a house.
This experience made me realize I have spent a lifetime assembling junk, and for what purpose, to watch it all vanish at my demise. I think the next 25 years I am going to invest in people. Stuff is overrated!!!
Where are you investing your time and money?