old soles
somewhere along the way, i abandoned writing. i'm not sure if my life "depends" on it anymore. for the most part, though not without bumps here and there, i feel happy and thankful. over the past two years, i kept thinking to myself, now what can i write about? what is it that's important to me at year 30? i know what's important to me more than ever these days, however i would get too cerebral about sharing. i used to write about my emos; and how they made me see who i am, see how people are like, and how i *saw* life all around me. but i don't think i ventured outside of myself. i don't think i really wrote anything worthy about life. my life.
with that said, i shall share some thoughts about shoes today. :P
i had been putting off cleaning out my shoes and repairing a few holey soles with some Shoe Goo (btw smells like toxic skunk!) i had purchased at least a year ago. between the piles that were laying dustily about and some dug out from shelving, there were 30 somewhat pairs. while vacuuming them all (i aint sticking my feet back in where there may be dead spiders!) one shoe at a time, i assessed whether or not to keep each pair. with the mundane sound and task of vacuuming, i looked them over and was taken through a journey of the places i had been, the steps i had taken. if a photo journal can do that, so can these shoes. some brought me back to the exact moment of purchase, and which loved one was there to help me pick it out. some brought back my treks over eastern europe's cobblestones. one stood on the rail through the gates of auschwitz. a yellowing one hiked the mountains to osaka's temples. some were residued with sand from vancouver beaches. one stained from the icy frost during that one cold winter. some took lazy steps back in the hallways of highschool. a few were beaten up on the basketball courts. and the one i used to always wear over to your house.
parting with them, is like parting with specific periods of my life. over the years, my steps have brought me this far, up to this very point. i can only bid the past with nothing but smiles.
who knew i could even get sentimental over beaten old shoes?
with that said, i shall share some thoughts about shoes today. :P
i had been putting off cleaning out my shoes and repairing a few holey soles with some Shoe Goo (btw smells like toxic skunk!) i had purchased at least a year ago. between the piles that were laying dustily about and some dug out from shelving, there were 30 somewhat pairs. while vacuuming them all (i aint sticking my feet back in where there may be dead spiders!) one shoe at a time, i assessed whether or not to keep each pair. with the mundane sound and task of vacuuming, i looked them over and was taken through a journey of the places i had been, the steps i had taken. if a photo journal can do that, so can these shoes. some brought me back to the exact moment of purchase, and which loved one was there to help me pick it out. some brought back my treks over eastern europe's cobblestones. one stood on the rail through the gates of auschwitz. a yellowing one hiked the mountains to osaka's temples. some were residued with sand from vancouver beaches. one stained from the icy frost during that one cold winter. some took lazy steps back in the hallways of highschool. a few were beaten up on the basketball courts. and the one i used to always wear over to your house.
parting with them, is like parting with specific periods of my life. over the years, my steps have brought me this far, up to this very point. i can only bid the past with nothing but smiles.
who knew i could even get sentimental over beaten old shoes?