What really does matter? What do we hold onto as important memories? What is the clutter that blocks us from seeing them? What do we throw away? ~ Aldon Hynes
I turned the calendar page and noticed Easter is nearly upon us. This one comes early, and early is very welcome in my present state of existence. Last night I was going through what has now become a box of old memories and I thought “how quickly times pass” as each previously relevant item passed through my hands from one box into another.
Little flashes of memory attached to each and every one. A little air of melancholy. A microburst of joy. Where I had been some 11 or 14 years ago now seemed like a distant world. There were questions. And “what-if’s.” And dreams I’ll never see again. People who vanished into the mist of life.
After finishing up with the box, I began to wonder if it was good to do such things. Going through the box. Did it “cleanse” or otherwise soothe my soul? No. Am I happier or sadder now? No.
» To be continued…