Memory Hoarding

So, I recently went through and cleaned out my entire room. And I don't just mean I put away the mound of clothing enveloping what once was my chair... I went through all my drawers, my shelves, boxes, even the arbitrary 'stuff' taking up the space beneath my bed. I filled about four garbage bags, mostly with things I didn't even know I had.


As I went through the piles of what I now could only call rubbish, I was a litlle saddened by the idea that I had failed to hold on to those select reasons why I had chosen to pack away that stick figure cartoon, movie ticket, or dried flower. These were once meaningful symbols that took me back to a stupid joke made in drama class, a kiss shared on a park bench, or a night spent cavorting around the city when meant to be sharing popcorn and Tim Tams at a movie night in Hurlstone Park...now, they are just a bunch of faded notes and discoloured petals. How heatbreaking is that? 

Well, I guess the only way you can make space for new memories is by letting go of a few older ones.