Things.
Objects, notes, photographs, tickets, confetti, broken bracelets, rings given by lovers, laces, letters, flyers, maps, drawings. They are just things. Things that you put in a little pretty box. Things that you keep because they are a part of you, because they have a meaning, because they help you remind you of the good moments of your life.
But I often wonder why do I keep these things. I just open the little box from time to time. Sometimes it makes me sad because I wish those moments would last forever. Sometimes it makes me happy because I realize that I lived those moments fully. Still, why do I keep these things? One day I will die and they will all lose their meaning, and all those memories will die with me. My sons and daughters will never know why did I keep them, they will probably throw them away.
They are just things. They are my things.
Let's keep opening the box from time to time.
Objects, notes, photographs, tickets, confetti, broken bracelets, rings given by lovers, laces, letters, flyers, maps, drawings. They are just things. Things that you put in a little pretty box. Things that you keep because they are a part of you, because they have a meaning, because they help you remind you of the good moments of your life.
But I often wonder why do I keep these things. I just open the little box from time to time. Sometimes it makes me sad because I wish those moments would last forever. Sometimes it makes me happy because I realize that I lived those moments fully. Still, why do I keep these things? One day I will die and they will all lose their meaning, and all those memories will die with me. My sons and daughters will never know why did I keep them, they will probably throw them away.
They are just things. They are my things.
Let's keep opening the box from time to time.
1 comentário:
Things don't mean nothing without people to give them meaning.
And meaning is nothing if you don't have things to give meaning.
Cherish them, pass them :)
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