an act of letting go 

There is this Death Cab song that says, "I've been slipping through the years, My old clothes don't fit like they once did, So they hang like ghosts of the people I've been." I totally got this video and felt understood watching this. I've also recently purged a lot of my clothing. Stuff that still fit but I wouldn't wear because I had X, Y or Z memory in the shirt. It was no longer my The Police t-shirt, it was the shirt I got bad news in. I totally went through a waive of happy and sad nostalgia in sorting through stuff. It was like I saw a lot of ghosts of the people I've been which was a weird experience when you live life always thinking that you are... yourself. I found myself struggling to let things go with almost this feeling of, "Well... what else do I have though?" It was as if I was holding onto something more than a shirt or a memory. Weird, I know. Life. Growth. Nostalgia. Introspection. Humanity. Stuff. It's all pretty cool and interesting.