I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Even after actions turned the feelings sour, I held on to
one memory: an album made for me of at-the- time-thought happy moments. Not
that I ever spent any time visiting those times or going back to the album, but
it purposely escaped my many spring cleanings and for a while I felt it was worth
keeping regardless of the outcome of that time.
As time provided clarity, I realized there had not been
anything worth remembering from that time, but still I felt a part of my life,
good or bad, deserved some safekeeping. Every relationship
leaves something behind and this one should be no exception.Something can be learned from every
Years went by and occasionally I bumped into the box. Never
gave it much thought, but left it intact. Recently I saw it again. It was like
an old shoe that never fit right. The only memories left of the steps taken in
it are painful ones, nothing more. The kind that always hurt my feet and one I
would never want to wear again.
So it was time to discard of the album. I was once again
proved that forevers have an end date and nothing stays the same. Actions change feelings. Sometimes it’s good to get rid
of things that should have never been part of our lives. Items that should have
never made our closet.