Just On My Mind



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The time has come once again for a little internal housecleaning. Seems I have let the clutter pile up around here once again, and need to get things back in order. So now I need to meander down to the local storage supply depot and get some new long-term storage containers. You have to get exactly the right containers or packaging, or you could cause problems for yourself later on. Things not packed or stored properly have a nasty habit of reappearing where and when you least expect them to, and usually at the most inopportune or least appropriate times. Once I have the right supplies, I can begin the final clean-up. That will entail going over the "command center" here meticulously. An overlooked item can be just as detrimental as a poorly packed or stored item. Once I have it all gathered, it will be time to prepare to pack it all away. Some separating and sorting will be required, I'm sure. Broken dreams, discarded feelings, and withered emotions need to be packed with special care. Some of them cannot be mixed together because somehow (scientists are still studying the phenomenon) they can interact and spontaneously, and erratically, generate a number of conditions that can be detrimental to the efficient operation of the command center.

The one thing I have never understood is why noone has ever come up with some kind of a recycling center for all this refuse from our lives. As it is now we are all forced to deal with the entire process of removal and storage individually. Besides the obvious challenges of on-site storage, there are some special hazards we should all be cognizant of, since refuse of this type has been deemed as unsuitable, and possibly toxic, for disposal in what most people would consider to be the normal manner. There are no provisions for disposal of things of this nature currently at any commercial facility anywhere, so we are all forced to pack and store everything individually. So we all muddle through the process of sorting things out, packing, and storage so everything remains stable all on our own. We seek out places that are not often visited to stack the containers in, in the hopes that they will remain undisturbed until their contents have had the time to fade into hazy memories, and will no longer be potentially harmful with the passage of time. Occasionally though, they will get inadvertently disturbed prematurely, and if the contents are somehow exposed it usually triggers new responses to whatever the contents are. This of course has an adverse effect on the process of selective memory loss concerning the contents.

It would make it much easier if some kind of recycling centers were established.

Perhaps broken dreams could be carefully recrafted by skilled artisans, to possibly be donated somewhere where people presently are too impoverished to know where or how to start to dream of a better, or different, future for themselves or their families. This might help them by realizing there can still be hope found in their lives and futures.

Feelings and emotions might be reforged by knowledgeable craftsmen to become the underpinnings and supports for large undertakings where the dedication of the participants seems to still not be quite enough to carry a particular project through to completion.

Many could benefit from a recycling centers project, besides the original donors who would no longer run the risk of re-exposure to things they had already decided needed to be hidden away until they faded away on their own.





Just something to consider..........
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