Lightweight living is an article about a chance encounter with an ultra light weight hiker.

They make a very important point - one can live in relative comfort with 14 pounds of pack through burning desert and freezing mountain passes. Why then do we need so much stuff in our homes?

We don't actually need any of it. I think that my possestions posses me rather than I posses them.

Take for example my collection of Terry Pratchett books. They are all great books and they take up over a shelf in space. I love the guys work but how often do I even think about all those books?

Are they just gathering dust? (yes)

Could someone else enjoy them? (yes)

Is any joy coming from these books right now? (doubtful)

It is time for me to redouble my efforts and see just how little I actually need to live.