These last couple of days I've been in this spring cleaning mode, because I finally realized that I've got no space anymore and that some things just have to go. I don't know if any of you have ever come to realize how many "rubbish" you accumulate in the years. I say "rubbish" because at the end of the day they are things that one never uses or even looks at, but somehow never gets to throw them away.
However, there comes a time, when one fine day, you realize how much your room is clattered with things that you don't use or that you simply do not have enough space for the things you buy on a daily basis. So, you find yourself forced to start going through your things and throw away the things which are no longer of use. Although this sounds a simple enough task, I assure you it's anything but easy.
If anyone is asking why, the answer is simple - MEMORIES. And here my story begins. While going through the cupboards and drawers in my room I rediscovered things which have long been forgotten. Memories from my primary year days came flooding back to me, thanks to letters, cards and postcards written to me by my friends at the time and essays written at the age of 8. I found a poem which we had presented on stage when we were in year 2. This made me remember of how all these years ago, I had overheard teachers laughing at my doll's unruly hair and how I had rushed to the bathroom after school to give her a hair wash and strengthen her hair, I was all for nothing, the fake hair of the doll wanted nothing but to stand upright. Surprisingly enough, I didn't take another doll the following day. I guess, my small self just wanted to stand right besides the small doll and not judge her for her imperfections.
More recent memories were also jogged by the discovery of floppy disk. I hadn't seen one in years, literally and I was quite said that I couldn't insert it in my laptop to discover the secrets that lie within. I found school booklets, which I had kept for years because they mentioned my name. Somehow, having my name published, printed black on white, made me feel special. I was never much of a nerd. Studying was nothing something I liked doing. On the contrary, till the age of 17, I considered the act of studying as hindering my possibilities of obtaining a good result. This was because the few times I decided to study a particular subject
I always did poorly. However, seeing my name written down in the list of prize winners was never seen as a nerdy act but as a means of proving people wrong, of showing everyone that despite everything I went through I was still able to achieve "greatness".
At the end of the two days of intense cleaning I did manage to throw away a lot of things, giving myself a little bit of space which was filled in in a matter of seconds, However, I could not bring myself to throw away those things which had made me relive all those memories. These will be stored once more so that in a few years time, when I will once more find myself in dire need to clean up my room, I will once again come across them and I will stop myself to read each one of them and relive once more the days of my youth.
More recent memories were also jogged by the discovery of floppy disk. I hadn't seen one in years, literally and I was quite said that I couldn't insert it in my laptop to discover the secrets that lie within. I found school booklets, which I had kept for years because they mentioned my name. Somehow, having my name published, printed black on white, made me feel special. I was never much of a nerd. Studying was nothing something I liked doing. On the contrary, till the age of 17, I considered the act of studying as hindering my possibilities of obtaining a good result. This was because the few times I decided to study a particular subject
I always did poorly. However, seeing my name written down in the list of prize winners was never seen as a nerdy act but as a means of proving people wrong, of showing everyone that despite everything I went through I was still able to achieve "greatness".
At the end of the two days of intense cleaning I did manage to throw away a lot of things, giving myself a little bit of space which was filled in in a matter of seconds, However, I could not bring myself to throw away those things which had made me relive all those memories. These will be stored once more so that in a few years time, when I will once more find myself in dire need to clean up my room, I will once again come across them and I will stop myself to read each one of them and relive once more the days of my youth.
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