Meaningful things

Everybody has at least one. Be it a favourite shirt, an heirloom ring, the entrance ticket to the Louvre. Everybody has at least an item that they would consider as memorable, a piece of memorabilia never to be given to anybody else as it carries a significant story of that person's life.

Short of being a hoarder, I am that sort of person that collects those items. I keep meaningful ticket stubs - movie tickets, flight tickets, museum and zoo tickets... I keep bottles of perfume that were given to me as a present, workbooks from secondary school classes, novels that I couldn't put down when I read them.

Now I have a few items that perhaps have lost their purpose, but they carry so much meaning for me that they become a part of my life, and represent a story of me, a story that contains both joy and sorrow. To give them away would mean giving a part of me away, and deny myself that story, and I am not ready to do that. All I can do is pray that they regain their purpose again.