The liner goes that ‘one person’s junk is another person’s treasure’. I’ve got lots of junk but hold on to a few as treasure. Today, I tried to get rid of some hard covered books that are recently written and will donate these to a local library after this blog.
I’ve also tried to thin my closet to no avail. All these years I’ve seen my family and I accumulate lots of nice stuff to keep as treasures. As the years go by, the value of these treasures seem to loose their value. And these end up as junk to our eyes.
The reasons are not the total lack of interest or time to recoup the memories behind each token of appreciation or each moment of togetherness. We simply have to let some items go. And the memories would soon fade in time anyway.
The limited amount of space in any one household is a primary reason to sell or donate these treasures. Most of what we have are not souvenirs of foreign places but of local wares from stores conveniently located.
When we have the urge to purchase trivial items, the build up of these goodies can and have happened. Then the matter of finding the right spot to place these eye candies do little to keep our interest going eventually.
Now that the boy moved out, clean up has been possible in one month’s time. The garage has been emptied as much as possible. Some junk that once was stored inside our closets to stink up and collect dust has been donated. Other clutters in the backyard have been drastically thrown away.
I know the cycle of treasure to junk would never cease. This is almost like eating and then pooping. In comes the new stuff and out goes the old stuff. I wonder where these items really end up.
Treasures could be kept alive by one’s memories of loving events. These could be antique furnitures, old photos, my blogs, or other people’s treasures of divine books and other inspired tidbits. This is only if the holders of these new acquired treasures do not loose their memories to pass one to others.
Real treasures could be the fostering of loving descendants. Messing around with anyone’s genetic makeup is almost next to impossible. Anyone could loose their minds or memories; but the one truth that will always emain is the children who carry on the treasured legacy of their ancestors.
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