I've thrown away a lot in my lifetime thus far. I need to learn to be happy with what I have.
Nonetheless, I keep chasing the feeling of that one morning at Phillip Island, lying on the couch wrapped up tightly in blankets, utterly exhausted from what had been both the most and least eventful night of my life, watching the outside world go insane with storms as inside the beautiful melody of Sigur Ros played out, fitting amazingly and making what remains the most transcendant moment of my life. In that moment, I understood nature and true beauty, and I was happy. In that moment, I, with the friends around me, were utterly alone, deserted in an empty world, and we didn't even care.
While that breath-taking feeling eventually subsided into Asian news and Pig Destroyer; a sense of hilarity, powerlessness and an over-abundance of emotion, I'm going to get back to that initial feeling one day.
I have to.