A Walk down Memory Lane
I just picked up my most secret folder (the real thing, not the computer-kind) and did some cleaning out.
It’s been a long time since I’ve touched that folder, and even longer since I’ve taken time to see what was in it.
Somehow, when you suddenly see things that lie years in the past, from a distance, you can become scared.
I became scared. Scared that I would do what I have done. Quantifying people’s qualities in order to best satisfy my own needs. (amongst other things)
Cleaning out felt good. Now there is a pile of torn-up paper lying on my bed. This pile goes out today.
Remaining in the folder are the good memories. The good times. The happy, loving, letters. This is how it should be.
2 comments maj 7th, 2008