With only a few days left before we leave the country for Canada, I have been fixing and sorting my stuff - clothes, documents, awards, letters, and books. Though I knew from the start that sorting and selecting from a pile of more than twenty year's worth of things will be a daunting task, I never thought how difficult it would be to part with a lot of my things. To hell with the baggage limit!
The first set of clothes I bought with my first paycheck, the souvenir program of my first school play, the book that never fails to make me cry, the palanca letter written by the person i hated the most back in high school, and a whole lot more - for me, they were more than "things." They were snippets and fragments of my so-called life.
The set of clothes was not just that. It was happiness as I first spent my hard earned money. The souvenir program was dedication to what you were really passionate about. The book was vulnerability and a reminder that we are human after all. The palanca letter was the beauty of humility and the peace of mind and heart with forgiveness.
Unfortunately, the baggage limit knows no sentimental value. In the end, a lot of them will be left behind. In spite of this, while these things remind me of what my life has been like for the past twenty two years, leaving them behind will not erase a single memory. These things are only pathfinders in the vast terrains of our hearts and minds. Even without them, we will still be able to find our way around - reliving cherished moments in our lives one snippet at a time.
The first set of clothes I bought with my first paycheck, the souvenir program of my first school play, the book that never fails to make me cry, the palanca letter written by the person i hated the most back in high school, and a whole lot more - for me, they were more than "things." They were snippets and fragments of my so-called life.
The set of clothes was not just that. It was happiness as I first spent my hard earned money. The souvenir program was dedication to what you were really passionate about. The book was vulnerability and a reminder that we are human after all. The palanca letter was the beauty of humility and the peace of mind and heart with forgiveness.
Unfortunately, the baggage limit knows no sentimental value. In the end, a lot of them will be left behind. In spite of this, while these things remind me of what my life has been like for the past twenty two years, leaving them behind will not erase a single memory. These things are only pathfinders in the vast terrains of our hearts and minds. Even without them, we will still be able to find our way around - reliving cherished moments in our lives one snippet at a time.
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This is it! It's really happening. Waaaah! I'm really gonna miss you...
Pero diba kuya, when we think of the past,it is our own mind that selects and groups them. For example, when we think of a special person in our past, we think of a more and more imaginary man. Founded on fact, no doubt. But won't the composition inevitably become more and more our own? coz The reality is no longer there to check us, to pull us up short, as our real friends/family so often did, so unexpectedly, by being so thoroughly themselves.
hehehe.... just random thoughts...
miss you all...
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