I loved books. I read thousands of books. As a teenager I was reading the titles of Kafka, Dostoevsky and Solzhenitsyn. The last author did ‘tell’ me about his experiences in the bitterly cold concentration camps of Stalin. The ‘Gulag Archipelago’ did impress me like the books which I read about the Holocaust (the Shoah).
Reading was for me a flight from reality, as I told in my post on 18 December 2018: Click here
Also I was reading fanatically about World War II, because my history teacher did not want to share his knowledge about what happened to the Jews. I wrote about this in my blog ‘History’ on 30 October 2018: Click here
Books were for me of such importance. Because ‘they’ were giving me insights and positive feelings. It was for me a pleasure to read hours and hours, with red cheeks, fully present in a pretty flow and concentration.
Books felt for me in value far more precious than the members of my family. Because books were giving me a variety of feelings. And all these emotions were attaching themselves to my books.
I remember that I was saving many weeks just to buy a new title of the set of books of ‘Snuf de hond’. I even know today the price in guilders after all that years (it was yet before the introduction of the euro as currency).
I dated an American woman
My ‘addiction’ – being hungry for knowledge – to books changed when I became 30 years and older. In that time I started a relationship with an American woman via Facebook. And I flew by plane a couple of times to California to date her. We had an amazing time and we decided together that I would emigrate to the United States.
So in the preparation of my leaving of the Netherlands I did look critically at all my possessions at home. It was not possible to take all these stuff with me. And so I decided to halve my large collection of books.
And by doing that and by giving all these books away I felt that I was liberating my self. I felt relief.
No books at shelves in our living room
The second moment of giving away came after I married a Dutch lady. Because my wife don’t like it when I have my books at shelves in our living room, my books went upstairs to a cupboard at the attic.
And again I was looking thoroughly at all my books. Pondering and deciding which books I would like to keep and which I would give away.
And now – just some months ago – I tried for the third time to review my books. After lots of hesitations I decided to take my most special ones and give these to my children. So that they can read and experience the pleasure of exciting books.
Also I hope to prevent that they will only see these books when they inherit these when they are adults and when they are probably not anymore interested in books at all 🙂
Not anymore identifying these as property
I have discovered that by giving away my expensive books and by sharing these with my children that these possessions are not anymore having such an emotional impact on me. I am not anymore identifying these as ‘mine’ property. And so these objects are not anymore ’asking’ for my attention, care and love.
So yes, I am freed of the burden of books. These are nowadays not anymore important for me. ‘They’ became finally ‘neutral’ in being 🙂
So to give away and to share have given me the possibility to get rid of my possessed ego. Because my ‘I’ is not anymore attached to these costly belongings.
I have before written about my observation that ‘objects’ and persons – like my wife – are not at all my ”property”. See also my post about ‘Marriage’ on 13 January 2019: Click here
So my advice is: Start with sharing the possessions you don’t want to give away.
Because you will experience – via that ‘way’ – that you will set free your soul.
No property can than anymore own or possess you !