When I was younger, I kept 2 boxes of my old Skechers' shoes (yes, back when I haven't discovered Converse Chucks yet), which served as a haven for my bits and pieces of memories.
Clutter that I couldn't throw away, some stuff I kept since high school, other little items that reminded me of certain events in my life, receipts of dates I had with friends, and other mementos that reminded me of someone special. Earlier today, I just had the feeling of going through my old stuff that I kept hidden inside my creepy old cabinet. I don't know what made me want to check it out again. However, it was fun!
So here's what I found. I found a collection of old letters and cards written to me by my old friends.
And I realized, as what I've read earlier,
It takes a long time to grow an old friend. – John Leonard.
Well, at least for me, I would agree. I used to think I never really had enough "real friends." Not until just these past few years. Actually, I could just count them with my 10 fingers, maybe even less. But I don't fret. Having less friends, but real ones, are always much better than having a dozen or more fake ones.
Other stuff that made me smile were the letters and birthday cards I've received from friends, family; and especially those made by my two sisters during my birthdays.
For some reason, I regard my birthday as the happiest day of each year. It's like, nothing can go wrong. And for that, I am looking forward to it this year!
But the best so far was the letter my Mom gave when I graduated high school in the year 2005. It was just what I needed at this time of the year. And I think God made that perfect timing for me to go through my old stuff again. To remind me of what I have, and stop complaining about what I don't have. Life is good! And I'm excited to where it will take me in the years to come.
So a piece of advice, never ever throw stuff like these. I may have thrown some which I regret not keeping. So if you're thinking of stuffing your trash bin, think again! These things could come in handy in the future when you think you're a total mess and your life is nothing but impossible. Family and friends, just like letters and cards and other memorabilia, takes a long time to grow old. But growing old doesn't mean growing less important. Instead it is a means of becoming more significant. It may just be the most essential thing you will need to make a better new you. Your past won't always define you in the future, but it could make you realize how far you've come. And hey, who knows? Maybe you'd just laugh about how pathetic you were before. Good luck and go dig into your own memory lane.
Okay, so I just started a blog which I so wanted to do since I can't remember when. So cheers to that! Just trying this blogspot stuff. And oh! I got this picture from a friend. :)
