The Unintentional Time Capsle
One year later, after rummaging around in someone else's desk, and what have I learned? What lesson was gleaned from this experience?
We choose a lot in our lives (or at least we think we do), what we wear (at least when we're older), what we eat, what music we listen to, but we don't always choose what we'll come in contact with, what we will inherit.
Although, I never felt like anything in the desk was a personal inheritance nor could it belong to anyone else. I actually felt like it belonged to the desk in a way, as though it were some sort of modern day tomb.
Perhaps I couldn't make sense of it all on my own, which is why I thought to share it.
Something like this is abstract and rarely satisfying.
While we know where most of the pieces came from and where they ended up, and even kinda how they ended up there, there's still a lack of closure.
And it is that lack of closure in this, and other things like it, that what haunt me.
It opens up a window into the potential futures of all of our stuff, what we found worth keeping and worth holding onto. And it shows the reality of how all the pieces of our legacy will become scattered and simply end up on the side of the road or in some fools blog.
"When a tiger dies, it leaves its skin behind. When a person dies, he leaves his name behind." -Chinese Proverb
We choose a lot in our lives (or at least we think we do), what we wear (at least when we're older), what we eat, what music we listen to, but we don't always choose what we'll come in contact with, what we will inherit.
Although, I never felt like anything in the desk was a personal inheritance nor could it belong to anyone else. I actually felt like it belonged to the desk in a way, as though it were some sort of modern day tomb.
Perhaps I couldn't make sense of it all on my own, which is why I thought to share it.
Something like this is abstract and rarely satisfying.
While we know where most of the pieces came from and where they ended up, and even kinda how they ended up there, there's still a lack of closure.
And it is that lack of closure in this, and other things like it, that what haunt me.
It opens up a window into the potential futures of all of our stuff, what we found worth keeping and worth holding onto. And it shows the reality of how all the pieces of our legacy will become scattered and simply end up on the side of the road or in some fools blog.
"When a tiger dies, it leaves its skin behind. When a person dies, he leaves his name behind." -Chinese Proverb