Happy New Years 2

Upon hauling the fifth and final garbage bag out of my room and towards the garage, the thin plastic gave way and spilled its contents. As an involuntarily reaction I tried to catch and contain its doomed contents, only to have my arm meet a shattered picture frame and what seemed to be the contents of a potted cactus minus the pot. After being stabbed by a sliver of glass and pricked by what once was a catcus, I immediately, abandoned efforts and let everything hit the floor followed by me. I sat there and cussed and cried for a good 45 minutes. When I finally got my breath back, I sat among the wreckage and noticed what I had been throwing away. My CD collection from the days of pre-ipod, A plant dirt and all, for some reason i saved the pot, one moccasin, random papers and things from around my room, and a photo album filled with pictures from my childhood. I immediately resumed crying and cussing, before saving this poor photo album that I mindlessly almost lost forever. After finding a place in my room for it, I began transferring the wreckage in my hallway to a new garbage bag, nothing else was worth saving. I returned to my much emptier room and decided it was time to stop throwing things away. The garbage bag explosion caused some kind of revelation, as I have lost the desire to throw things away. I am not sure what I have learned.