Moving On Upwardlyish

It's undeniable that at some point in time, you're gonna have to adapt to change. People deal with it in all sorts of ways. Me, I'm not so used to change, and it's very rare to see me let something go, since my mental policy demands me to attach a spiritual reason to everything I touch.

It could be small, like me trying to transfer all my digital life across to "Tails", my new laptop, or the possibility of me getting transfered to a closer branch of Harvey Norman. These are easy to cope with, a little personal therapy deals with this well. It's only semi-life-changing modifications that make an impact to my thinking processes. Here's an example.

Getting the house renovated back in 2006 was like a breath of fresh air (although at the time the air would be full of dust). Old walls were removed, new ones were put up. It was almost like being in a new house, only I could 'sense' where the old rooms used to reside, in a series of black-and-white flashbacks.
Then comes the announcement that we might be moving house.
Only to have allegedly experienced moving back in 1994, a new container house idea comes as a reality check - I'm not going to live in the same place all my life. I mean, I would if I could; I believe that you live most of your life as a child (although I can't really say I've experienced much else), and that the cruel reality that your parents are only going to be able to care for you for a dozen or so years before moving on is a little depressing, it makes me cry a little (Yes, I'm a teen male that cries. Deal with it.). The whole concept of a life cycle sets in, and if you're anything like me the internal discussion of how you're going to be recognised in 100 or so years time arises. I mean, why would I go so far through life to result in my absence in a century, and not even my family tree can be traced back... it makes you think.
I prefer not to throw things out. It's just a force of habit. I'm not implying that I have piles of refuse strewn around the room, because I'm not talking about that.
I'm talking about how I'm so driven to get the maximum life out of everything, and how I have the attitude that because I used something in the past, I need to keep it "just in case" I need to use it again. Of course, everything has a life span, but that brings in the "fix" attitude. I can't just go and replace something with ease, but then I'm stuck thinking "I can't just chuck that away...", and this results in the mental breakdown leading to keeping on a shelf somewhere, devoid of use.
I just wish I could experience life like that... I'd love to see what happened in the past, and what will happen in the future. To me, 100 years just doesn't seem like enough time.

The Final Section
What I've Stumbled Upon: Oh, the artists are gonna have a ball with this one! - create pictures using nothing but letters of the English and (if you can type them using your computer) the Japanese language. If your not the arty type, don't worry, you can view other's creations and rate them. Click here.
What I'm Watching: Now if this happened in New Zealand, you'd have too many people fighting over it.