Decorating the plate of a fancy
meal with a sprig of parsley is like placing a pillow in a coffin. There is really no need for either. It’s just
something we do. Like waving to
strangers on a passing boat.
On occasion, I try to examine my
life so I might skim off anything superfluous.
Not unlike cleaning out a junk drawer every now and then. I mean, just how many pairs of scissors does
a person need.
I’m sure there are barnacles
attached to me that have been there for so long I no longer see them. There are shoes in my closet I no longer
wear. They are worn out, or no longer
fit, and yet I hang onto them. Why, I’m
not sure. In fact, there is an old blue
jean jacket I have had for many years. I
can’t remember the last time I had it on.
The thing is, no matter how many times it has been washed, there are
still memories attached to it. I see
them every time I see it. It just isn’t
something to be tossed out.
It isn’t a security blanket but
it’s going with me, along with that final pillow.
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