Sometimes, I am just so delighted that I love things. I look at the strange combination of things on any given wall in my apartment and I just think it’s wonderful to have all these things to love - this art, these old toys, these shows, this color, those songs, all these antique photos - and to have them all here and around me.
It’s just great to love stuff.
And this isn’t a “I love my physical stuff” kind of sentiment on the whole. The meaning is more, “Wow, look at all the things that have a little piece of me in exchange for the pieces I have of them. Look at all the things that have touched me and brought me joy.”
There are so many good joyous things. The subject matter may not be joyful in itself, but it inspires it in me. That’s what it is. Not just “I love my objects,” (which I absolutely Do,) but I love that seeing all this reminds me of how much joy I’ve found, and how much more there could be still! That’s the exciting thing.
