Over Run

I am American, a privileged one.  I am in a constant battle with an onslaught of products.  I try to keep the junk that fills my drawers, my closets and my car from taking over my space. 
I want to give it away, but there is little value in my junk and there is not a market for it.  So I hold on to my super balls, my golf gloves, my pens and pencils, and my art.

I feel bad when I look at it, I am one of the few that has this problem.  My mind turns to the less fortunate in Africa, Indonesia, in Mexico. 

I want to send my life to them.  But the shipping would be too expensive.