ok so im working on cleaning my room... in fact i've been working on it for like 2 1/2 weeks.... anywho, im cleaning and as usual im looking through every photo album, journal, and yearbook i pick up.
consequently, it's taken me 2 hours to clean one wall of pictures... and that's about all i have completed... and being the old lady i am, i'm tired and about to go to sleep
well, i guess i just find it curious how we save things from our life... sure it's nice to keep those memories preserved, especially from our childhood. i mean when im 40 im not gonna remember what happened on April 20, 2008.. but my journal most def will. and then there's me: the girl who keeps every memory and hides the painful ones but doesnt have the courage to throw them out... what can i say? im like everyone else, i'm afraid that one day i'll want to look back on those days and there'll be nothing for me to reminisce on......
At the same time isnt it a waste of time and space? these memories just allow us to live in the past and what might've been. i mean, shouldnt the things that really matter still be with us when we cant remember every event of our life. There's a reason some people dont make it to your future: they belong in your past... plain and simple
of course I'm not gonna get rid of all my stuff... that would require going against my pack rat instincts and well, i just dont have the strength to attempt that.. at least not tonight
I know what you mean, I keep every little memory from my life too. Maybe we should just burn all of our stuff and dnace around a fire. And move to Montana. Hehe.
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