Monday, December 04, 2006
Why is it so hard to get rid of Pictures?
I was discussing my progress on getting rid of my personal history with a friend today when we came across the subject of pictures. It seems I'm making headway emotionally and mentally, however, I'm having difficulty with the tangible aspects such as pictures. I try not to get too nostalgic or too sentimental, but I do have a tendency to keep things I probably no longer need but, nonetheless, hold a special place in my heart. I cannot help my fondness for certain letters, small tokens that serve as reminders, or for those sneaky and glossy little bastions of my past. As I sat hovering over "the container," I could not help but laugh at the snippets of time caught in a flash and showcased on shiny paper. Each glimpse tells a story about my life, and each moment caught by someone surely has some importance, right? I hang on to these for a reason, for a hope, or is it in vain? Someone certainly will want to see me at age three all decked out in a very fashionable pink jumper suit with HUGE sunglasses and a cap that is too big while posing for Nana in the door, no? Or is it just a reminder not to take myself so seriously? (since then, I have hung the picture up in an effort to humor and embarrass myself, all in good fun of course.) Do I keep these mementos as proof of the people and places I have touched or have touched me? After all, I cannot take the 4 x 6s with me in the end. Why do we need proof of our existence, of the people we love or once loved, of the places we have been, of the events in which we participated? Why is it so hard to get rid of pictures?