Just a little trash can

Just a little trash can is what I need because I seldom throw things, even a bubble gum wrapper or a restaurant receipt. I find it hard to throw things, exactly because I find value in everything. I mean, they might seem unimportant right now but if you keep it long enough, for, say, five years at least, you'll see the value in it when you look back. They say anything that is old has value in it. And I think there's truth in that. Take, for example, antique furniture and bonsai plants. They really are valuable, at least for some people. Most importantly, our wise old men. Some things just get better with age. And oh, red wine and old friends!

Even if a thing is broken or can no longer be used, they don't go straight to the trash. I keep them in a box, especially if they were given to me, or is a reminder of a special part in my life. Even if it's just a piece of broken, useless, paper clips. I keeps things -- letters, notebook pages, notes on post-its, dried flowers, chocolate wrappers, gift wrappers and it would take forever to enumerate the things in my boxes. And by things, I mean a lot of things, if not everything.

The idea of throwing things and carrying on with life without them -- them which were once part of your life -- just seems too scary for me. Aside from feeling incomplete, it makes me feel guilty to just let them go. I have this feeling that I should take responsibility for the things I get a hold of. Like when I borrow a pen from a classmate, I take the responsibility to use it properly, and care for it just like how its owner would. I cannot, ever in the world, lose it if it's not mine. That would be UNacceptable!

I am given the power to fix broken things -- mind power, that is. Or the will to keep on fixing and fixing and fixing. I'll fix whatever. I can even go on fixing it forever. Just don't make me throw it! It won't be easy for me.

I mean, how is it even possible for people to just throw things like that? I don't get that. Am I the only one with attachment issues here? Or who values sentimentality? It does not even have to be those kind of corny things. How about the 3Rs -- Reuse, Reduce, Recycle? Or the value for money. Or resourcefulness. Or having things to remind you of your past when you're old, sitting on your rocking chair looking at the window?

It makes me sad to have to throw things. But being sad is okay at times. Life, after all, has to be balanced. How can you feel happy when you don't know how it feels to be sad? You can't keep things forever. Sometimes you have to pass it on. Throwing them doesn't mean they'll be gone in this world forever. They'd just be somewhere else, owned by someone else. Everyone needs just a little trash can.