I’m going through some of my old things from childhood, as part of a clearout, and I’m finding it hard to get rid of them. They’re my link to a time when I wasn’t like this. When I felt really alive, as opposed to just living.
I’m not sure what exactly it is. I suppose they remind me of when I was last happy. When the world seemed both fascinating and simple, rather than threatening and complex. Every tiny thing felt meaningful, as opposed to now, when everything I do is kind of empty. My life felt worthwhile. The world was a good place to be, even if I was being bullied, or was upset about something. I still had hope, and self-belief. I still felt part of the world, even though I was a quiet, anxious, introverted kid. I may not have believed in God, but I believed that the world, and people, were fundamentally good. I believed that I was fundamentally good.
And it’s hard to let go of my memories of that person. Because there’s no going back. I can’t forget the things I’ve seen, and done, and thought since. But I can’t help wanting to feel that way again. To feel really alive.
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Don’t we all
Why Do YOU Want To Get Rid Of Your childhood things?
Because they take up loads of space (which is in very short supply), and just sit there. I put them all in boxes when I moved 5 years ago, and I haven’t seen them since. And it’s not like looking at them even makes me feel better.
But they do remind me of who I used to be. And I don’t want to let go of that, although I can’t get it back.
Nice picture btw 🙂
Thanks. Only took me 5 months to finally get around to doing the pic. LOL.
I’d say keep your childhood things. Don’t lose who you were, even if you can’t ever get it back.
I’d change mine, but I’ve become rather attached after a year. Plus I think it looks kind of like a ghost, which seems rather fitting.
I guess I’ll try and whittle it down – keep a small part of each thing as a reminder.
It just stirs everything up – being reminded of how you used to be, compared to how you are now.