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When I was 29 I had one key left on my key ring
I packed up 13 boxes, sold some gear, and threw out most things
I tetris-ed my whole life into a car and drove out to Portland
Now itâs been 5 years and somehow Iâve got a full key ring again.
Is there a reason I accumulate a house full?
Is there a need to fill whatever space Iâm in?
Have I forgotten what my measure of success is?
Nothing will hold me in the end
I will consolidate my life into a backpack
I want to liberate the feather from the wing
I want to liquidate the contents of my closet
so I can just let go of everything
everything everything
I recognize thereâs so much privilege in the impetus
to throw away the big advantages my parents handed to me
but privileges and happiness are not synonymous,
freedom from the food chain can be a source of misery
Iâve seen the poorest people wear a bigger smile than
anything my manicured mouth has ever shown
Iâve seen the richest people wander aimless and alone,
searching through their toys, living life in the cel phone
I think weâre gonna see the most ironic reckoning
for disregarding lessons of the humble and the meek
as loud as Iâve been in my life, I know the truth is
the less a person says, the more they have to teach.
I will consolidate my life into a backpack
I want to liberate the feather from the wing
I want to liquidate the contents of my closet
so I can just let go of everything
everything everything
[repeat ad nauseam]