At various times in my life I have had a number of collections... stamps for a while when I was younger, science fiction and fantasy paperbacks, comics. The thing that is left over which I still have is a sizeable hoard of dvd’s. Have you ever thought about the dharma aspect of collecting things? It seems something that feeds desire and attachment, and because of the effort invested it can be hard to let go of these things.
My uncle (who passed away a few years ago) was another noted collector, we discovered on clearing out his personal effects. He lived in a small room, where he kept a collection of modern paintings, crockery from the Danish Royal works, books, and shirts. There weren’t many signs that it made him happy though.
It can give a momentary pleasure, finding an item which fills a gap in your collection. But I was recently looking at the list of eight things that a Buddhist monk is allowed to own, and it’s a sharp contrast in approach to what you own. I’m beginning to feel perhaps a minimalist approach to furniture and items is best.
Do you have experiences with collecting things and letting go?