How ironic life is, that my “garbage” of today—items no longer serving a purpose (truth: it simply needs to go due to lack of space in our on-going down-sized living)—was once-upon-a-time my beloved treasure. And yet this same garbage today becomes someone’s happy find, a treasure to another.
“Finders’ keepers’, losers’ weepers…”
Yes, I actually cried at seeing it all gone!
No sooner had I taken out my “garbage” than it was swiftly picked up. It disappeared in a matter of moments. No doubt taken by sharp eyes watching from somewhere nearby. As soon as I had placed my garbage—decorative flower pots, dishes, wicker baskets…and more—next to the smelly bins at our apartment complex, I immediately felt a twinge of pain in my heart; probably the accumulated memories resurfacing and spilling over.
It goes without saying that I will feel regret for a while to come, at having tossed away many of my treasures. Though I am trying to take comfort that they’ve gone to a new home, that they belong to an individual that will now appreciate them (as I once used to), admire and make them useful again.
My loss is now their gain.
Due to reasons like the spiraling of the economy that began in the Silicon Valley about twenty-something years ago, with the loss of jobs, followed by lack of money, and then constantly having to move which forced down-sizing along the way, well, we’ve had to let go and lose many precious things. We’ve purged, and purged some more. Our loss over the years has been large and painful, but we can’t cry for ever over spilled milk!
We dream a life to be; we live to dream that life! (vka)