Caring, 1 Item at a Time

In the English vocab language there is wear and that is ware. At some point I thought I knew the distinction between the two and yes I was right, but partially.

One morning while going through some of the clothes I had acquired in my closet, I found it not easy to get to the one item I purposefully wanted. I discovered that my closet than consisted of clothes that I wore to some that I had then had no use for. Yes, I realised that I and so many others should be familiar to this. Unknowingly materialistic we hold on to things we don’t use, having forgotten their existence yet hold on to because it belongs to us. Piling in front of me was a mess of different clothes that had now even varied in size, some smaller, others distorted with wash colours ranging in degrees of bright, brighter, and brightest.

What I’m getting at though before I expose my wardrobe is how I wore these clothes until I wore some of them out. I held on to these because some reminded me of my mother, events and people I was with wearing them and some signs of how I have grown as a person and size. Having realised this and the occasional nostalgia these clothes brought, I couldn’t help the sudden urge to outgrow by welcoming maturity and humanity. We have so much to be grateful for and we also can’t go forward whilst holding on to the past. By sorting out my closet, I was inspired to give instead of just wearing my things for the sake of wearing them out because I own them. The philosophical theory that one man’s food is another man’s poison made me to realise that what I no longer wore and found use for, someone else might. Just like that my heart warmed up to changing my search for that single shirt I wanted to wear to the shop into sorting out my closet for someone else’s not so new closet. By donating some of my clothes to those less fortunate I make room for someone else to be as happy if not blessed.

As I soon detached and wanted to share, I realised that however I look at it my glass was overflowing with gifts.Like the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step, selflessness too begins by sharing. Considering that happiness can be shared I hope that what these clothes did for me they may for someone else. May your happiness be someone else’s bright start starting from now without end, one item at a time. 1 Thessalonians 5:18