Prelims over woohoo. As I got down to packing my stuff (since I'm moving), I realised a rather astonishing thing. It was funny how I could throw away so many things that occupied my room and space for so long. Things that I used to hold on to for whatever reasons I could now chuck away like thrash, surprised at myself for keeping them so long. By the way my keyboard feels so awesome I cleaned it yesterday and now it feels brand new and awesome. Anyway, I think it's kinda like a self-worth thing. At that point in my life, recent projects and stuff seemed so big and significant to me, whereas now I have accomplished bigger projects and so those old ones no longer have any worth. The reason why we (or maybe just me) keep stuff is because it defines us to a certain extent, it provides material evidence that we participated in the game of life. As we age however we gain new experiences and new achievements. That's not to say that our old stuff becomes unimportant, I believe deep down everything will hold some extent of sentimental or other value. But it's like a maxwell-boltzmann distribution curve. When we have physical quotas because of physical space and constraint we create a cut off point, an activation energy of sorts. And only things that have value above the cut off can stay.