This happens quite frequently when I'm folding clothes and putting them in the closet. I have this tendency of going through pockets and sometimes I happen to find money. But in the good times, I don't find money, I find something even more valuable - Memories.
It may be a piece of folded paper, a scrap, a receipt. Everyone has a date, a time stamp recalling a day. Gone. And a memory attached to it. The recent ones happen to be a book bought in the last day of 2009. It was a rainy day, my feet were soaked and my bones chilled. None of that mattered, you were with me.
A MacDonald's receipt, a fast lunch, smiles were hidden from others. Let us keep it a secret, for now...
A Beatles poster bought, the last poster! How fortunate of me! There were plenty of posters there, and I really want that Star Wars T-Shirt!
That day ended fast, no more memories were made and I regret that.
Going through old clothes could make you richer, but money only reminds you of material things. But isn't a book, lunch and a poster material? Yes, sure, they were even paid with money, but, you were there, it was the last day of the year, rained and the wind blew like hell and we were hidden!
Going through old clothes could make you wiser, make you remember of what was forgotten. Like reading a book, where each page is a pocket. And books make you wiser, right?
Right now, I threw those papers to the recycling bin and I'm regretting it. But that will create memories for others, won't they?
I decided to pick them up, store them away, maybe inside a book. I don't want my memories shared with a stranger. I want to share them with you.
And who knows? Maybe in near future, I can lend you the book or give the poster to anyone. Creating a chain memory. Like dust under a mattress, time will sweep memories away. But for that we have books, and pockets...