Junk
Sometimes I'm amazed by how much junk we accumulate over lifetime. School trophys, concert tickets, first sweetheart's love letter, 20 year old trip maps, old pictures of people we barely remember. Each one of us has a little box of stuff from over the years, from different eras.
I have a box containing, first driver license, couple of silver rings I used to wear, already darkened over time and obviously not fitting anymore, small greenish stone that was given by some girl I can't even remember, but recall it as a very romantic experience, my first earring, toy soldier and few more trinkets.
I have few albums filled with pictures of me, my family, my girlfriends and friends. Why do I keep them, they have no value to anybody except me, but what is it, the sentimental value?
I think maybe it's some kind of connection to our past, our milestones, tying us up to certain events of our lives. They are markers in our memories, proving those memories are real and that life was not imagined.
After we're gone, it becomes what it really is - junk, essentially reducing our lives to nothing. There will be a little remembrance for about two generations and then it's over...
Why, knowing all this, I still save all those useless bits of my life in a box?
I have a box containing, first driver license, couple of silver rings I used to wear, already darkened over time and obviously not fitting anymore, small greenish stone that was given by some girl I can't even remember, but recall it as a very romantic experience, my first earring, toy soldier and few more trinkets.
I have few albums filled with pictures of me, my family, my girlfriends and friends. Why do I keep them, they have no value to anybody except me, but what is it, the sentimental value?
I think maybe it's some kind of connection to our past, our milestones, tying us up to certain events of our lives. They are markers in our memories, proving those memories are real and that life was not imagined.
After we're gone, it becomes what it really is - junk, essentially reducing our lives to nothing. There will be a little remembrance for about two generations and then it's over...
Why, knowing all this, I still save all those useless bits of my life in a box?