i tidied my room today, which had been a total mess. bit by bit, however, i classified my books, replaced my furnitures and of course swept the floor. now my romm's spruced up and it is springtime for me.

the books occupying my precious windowsill have mostly not been used for a long time. yet it is really hard for me to make the determination to remove them. and now i feel released.

how many things there, not important at all, occupy our life and make it messy and stop us place what's really significant for us?