Monday, we said goodbye to the final piece of the past. In a way, it was an odd experience because to anyone else these are just two bookcases. To my mother and I, it’s us saying goodbye to memories and a chunk of our lives that had been overshadowed by my father. Even typing out these words seem weird to me because my father’s been gone for 12 years. But this was the last thing of his (He’s not dead, he’s been out of the picture since I was 13.) that we had and now his influence is completely gone.
These bookcases started out with a great big platform top. With all the pieces combined, they once housed a 40inch big screen TV that was bought in the early 2000s so it was as big as it was wide. Our living room then wasn’t made for conversation and intimacy it was made for entertainment. We fit into a restricted mold of what life had to be. Once he was gone, well, we started to break that mold. One day, the TV stopped working so my mom was more than happy to let it go. Next came the platform top, the bookcases were a whole lot easier to move without it. And now, bye-bye bookcases.
Going through our experience made me remember another, of a woman with a lamp. We became quite close to our neighbors that lived beside us before we moved not long ago. And during our moving process, we would give them items that we didn’t want or couldn’t take with us. Through the course of this exchange, she gave me a lamp. And I love it, it matches the wood furniture in my bedroom and I put a nice flower print lampshade on it. But to her, it was one of the last items that she had from a previous relationship. She had so many bad memories from this relationship that she actually hated the lamp.
Now my question for all: Why do we do this to ourselves? For some reason, as humans, we tend to hold onto items that have sentimental value. And sometimes that can be to the detriment of our health and benefit. Remember sentimental does not just mean tender thoughts, it also means something invokes sadness and nostalgia. It makes me though, do we want to feel this way and is that why we hold on? Or do we simply forget too, that it’s just a lamp and bookcases, and you can always buy more? I think it’s time to let it go and live free.