Everyone carries a metaphorical backpack through life wherein they collect the beautiful things along they way, but often also hold on to the burdens.
The beautiful things are sand roses, letters, best-loved books, and headphones so you can listen to Bach everywhere you go. Burdens are like the receipts and sweet rappers that accumulate at the bottom. They take up space.
The idea is to sort through your backpack regularly – this is an imperfectionist process of making compromises and responding to unpromising circumstances, which are an inevitable part of life. It is also a fundamentally spontaneous way of really ‘being where you are’.