The Things We Keep
There are objects we keep long after we have forgotten why.
An old receipt. A ticket from a city we no longer live in. A ribbon with no particular purpose. A note written in handwriting we recognize immediately, even years later.
None of these things are valuable in the usual sense.
And yet throwing them away feels strangely difficult.
Maybe memory doesn’t always attach itself to important objects. Sometimes it chooses something completely ordinary and quietly turns it into evidence that a particular version of our life once existed.
I wonder how many things in our drawers are really just tiny archives of people we used to be.
Not everything needs to be useful to deserve a place.
Some things are allowed to simply remember for us.
