Maybe it's true that we all collect things, but perhaps it would be good if we decided consciously what we collected and why.
Most of us collect things to show them to others in one form or another, but some don't.
I recently heard of a very wealthy man who collects cars and historical car artefacts.
He has a huge underground garage beneath his sprawling house where his collection, worth tens of millions of pounds, sits for very few (if any) ever to see.
Most of the rest of us are different to this.
We collect shiny bright objects, status, accolades, or even money to show other people that we have it and earn our status and self-esteem.
I realised the other day when I was speaking to Callum that I'm not really a big collector, not of stuff for tangible objects.
I'm a liver. And so, I go to places to meet people or to see people or to have experiences, not so that I can exchange it for vouchers to collect other things but just so that I can keep it in my head.
A collector of memories for as long as my brain allows me to collect memories.
I don't take photographs, at least not very often, and I don't really put pictures together in an album.
I just like the thought that I've experienced something else, met someone new or done something that I would never have otherwise had the opportunity to do.
Blog Post Number - 3445
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