Nope. I’m not [really] going to talk about my old shirts nor am I selling them because, frankly, they’re as good as rags. However, I still keep them. Viewing it from another’s perspective, I guess those shirts represent something metaphoric. I’ll tell you what . . .
It just came to me while sorting out my laundry why I’m always washing one of my ratty old shirts — the one that looked like it got caught in a mine field with multiple holes in it (and I never bother to sew them close or mend them), almost threadbare with the faded logo of something in front (that I couldn’t remember what) from frequent washing. I just realized that for more than 15 years, I’ve been wearing and washing the darn thing at least once a week and it looked so pitiful yet I can’t seem to let go of it.
It’s because despite its depressing condition, it’s comfortably soft from wear and it makes me sleep better at night.
In a way, that ratty old shirt represents my comfort zone. I’ve had it for so long that I don’t even know if I’ll have the balls to throw it away anytime soon — not for sentimental reasons though.
That thought ushered the question: Why is it so difficult to let go of something comfortable . . . something familiar . . . of something old and not as functional as when I first had it?Continue reading Ratty Old Shirts→
Yes, it’s almost Christmas and it’s funny what gift wrappers can evoke in a meandering mind like mine. Just by looking at them whilst wrapping a few, all the pretty colors and repetitive print spell out J-O-L-L-L-Y and all that just make my heart smile even a little. But sometimes, pretty wrappers hide a not so pretty gift. Sometimes, it’s even recycled — not that I’m recyclinggifts, mind you (I know people who do) — and receiving a fugly-assed ashtray when I don’t smoke sucks.
So, the whole wrapping deed begs the question: have you ever caught yourself trying to psyche yourself up and telling yourself, “it’s going to be fine” or “it’s easy” in the face of a challenge you’d rather not get entangled with? Just like the pretty wrapping paper (that will inevitably get torn in the process) taped around the not-so-pretty object within, camouflaging the truth inside.
This is a universal truth that I am certain no one can deny. I have yet to encounter someone without fear – if there is such a thing. Even if it’s in a smaller capacity, a minute that is sometimes seen as inconsequential by some, people generally exist with fear.
“Fear – without a doubt – is as fundamental as a person’s heart and brain.” (me)
Because fear brings a lot of negative effects, it is consequently associated with pessimism or negativity that incapacitates a person’s rationale and ability to more towards a goal even if it is already within reach. And because we invite fear to rule our lives, it leads to self-doubt.
How many times have I let my fears control my life? Countless. And regret follows afterwards – a bitter bedfellow that had been stuck at my side like a leech. My fears have fueled the detrimental question, “What is wrong with me?”(for the article focusing on this debilitating question, click HERE.) and allowed self-doubt to worm its way into my conscious and subconscious.