china, chinese, me

I have a deadline. I must relieve myself of (almost) all earthly possessions so i can move to china and teach english to chinese people. Why do i insist on imparting false value on my shit?

Ok, sure - i do have some books that are probably worth a little bit of money but that worth is false when it enslaves me. My stuff owns me. My stuff owns me. I'm a slave to my possessions.

I'd really like to have everything in order by the time burning man gets here so i could just be free going there - everything i own either with me or packed in a huge duffel bag waiting to be shipped to china. This is my goal.

There's such a sense of independance that must come from having everything you own on your back. Or at least having the knowledge that you wouldn't miss anything if you just walked away. I see that portrayed in the movies and think even more than perfect endings to stories that last exactly 97 minutes they are the ultimate movie cliches. How could somebody be so secure in themselves as to have the ability to just walk away (from whatever: people, stuff, money, western culture) and have the ability to succeed where ever they end up?

I hope it's not just a movie cliche because i'm going to try. Ugh, ok yoda i'm not going to try. I am going to do exactly that. I will succeed in china.