i have this tendency to develop emotional attachments to things i use for prolonged periods of time. my biggest example is my first car my dad gave me. it’s a ‘99 camry that was passed down to me when i got my license in 2010. i dubbed it the camborghini, and the rest is history. my mother recently passed down her car to me and i still refuse to get rid of the camborghini.
last summer, with my brothers king bazemore and a$, i went to a bunch of beaches on the east coast. kind of like an east coast beach tour. one of the beaches we went to was hilton head. i hadn’t been there since june of 2009 when my 1st girlfriend’s family brought me there for my first time. this time at hilton head was phenomenal in it’s own ways. we had great food, great conversations, and we went shopping amongst other things. at the adidas outlet, i bought a pair of all white sneakers. i wore them almost daily for running bagel, going to the park, and sometimes going to the gym. they’ve gotten so worn out, i decided to take them for their last run at reedy creek today. it was a bit sad, but all good things must come to an end. even relationships with tangible objects. throwing these sneakers out, i was reminded of all the good times i’ve experienced in these sneakers. things such as how i had a crush last year on a girl with curly hair who was a lifeguard, when i was shooting downtown and came across a graveyard and had to think about the term ‘perpetual care’, or that time when i showed up to summer class without checking my email and nobody was there because it was cancelled. damn, almost makes me want to keep these sneakers even though they’re getting no longer wearable.
i guess this is good practice letting go.
-ratha, 4:34pm, 4.25.17