Went to an estate sale today.

Your life and health is the only thing you have so you might as well spend it on things that make you happy, especially a nice home. You look after your home and people will admire it and the people that buy it after you will look after it to.

I remember going to one years and years ago with my mum. We were both too sad by it we didn’t buy anything

I'm a member of an online auction website which sells every kind of 'thing' or 'stuff' imaginable. What I've noticed most of all with online Estate auctions is that all the stuff for sale looks exactly the same from one auction to the next. It's all the same shitte, all the same style (French Provincial), it's all from the same era (which means originally acquired post WWII).

None of it has any inherent meaning of itself, which means that what the kids didn't want, ended up in an online Estate auction for scavengers to rake over in their quest for so-called 'antiques'.

We have to keep in mind that every single thing in an auction was originally purchased from a shelf in a store which sat beside a dozen or more just like itself and grandma simply reached up and grabbed the closest one she could reach, paid for it, brought it home, then coveted it for the next 75 years, at which point her family fought over it and sometimes disowned each other because they didn't get the 'thing' that grandma had on her china cabinet since the day they first recall seeing grandma in their life.

As the online Auctioneer has often told me when I went to pick stuff up that I had purchased, "its only 'stuff' and it only has the inherent meaning that we assign to it, but of itself it's both meaningless and worthless in the real world".

Yes! Please send all that tiresome cash to me, so you can concentrate on what's really important.

Why do those things matter?