musings

I was cleaning out my closet today and wow there was a lot of junk that I got rid of and re-organized everthing. When I moved in, I was so tired of unpacking that a lot of stuff just got thrown in the closet.

So today I finished unpacking. I came across some old stuff from years gone by: an old journal from the mission, a book full of writings that people had written for me when I left that country, some old papers I wrote in freshman English. These were all memories that I placed back in their boxes and hopefully in years to come I will enjoy finding them again.

And then there were a few items that belonged neither on the shelf or in a box. They were the space clutters as I call them. They are out since there is really no place for them. "I should just throw them away." That is what I thought about them, but the instant afterwards I knew that I couldn't. They didn't have a special space or carefully wrapped and stored in a box. They weren't on display on a shelf somewhere. But all the same, they belonged.

Aren't there things in life that we don't know where they really go? But they are in our lives and should they be thrown out or dissapear, we would realize their absence?

An old Abercrombie cologne box that I have and just keep a few odds and ends in... nothing really important, but I can't bring myself to throw it away. It gets tossed aside everytime I clean, yet I always fish it out of the trash in the end. Does it have sentimental value to me? It might but I can't really place a memory to it. It's just been around for a long time and I can't get rid of it. I'm by no means a pack rat. I tossed quite a bit of stuff, including some old high school papers that I'd been holding on to for no real reason. Some old binders got the boot.