Friday, October 2, 2009
The Subscriber Cannot Be Reached
After nearly 6 years, I finally had the courage to dump my old sim. It's one of the many things I should have done a long time ago but never found the courage to do so. You see, I have this uncanny attachment to my personal things, my old sim included. To me, it wasn't just a tiny chip that held all my contacts, it represented an era.
As Charles Dickens put it, "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times." My old sim is a symbol of the best and worst choices I have made in my life. If it could only talk, all hell will break loose. Well, that is an exaggeration but you get what I mean.
There are things that we simply can't let go of: a love letter from a lover, a poem somebody wrote, a souvenir shirt, an autographed book, what have you. We hold on to these things because of what they represent. I read somewhere that if you let go of something dear to your heart, you eventually help yourself grow.
After receiving my new number via text, some of my contacts asked what had gotten into me. I just said I needed to change my number to regain my sanity. And the best way to achieve it is to delete some contacts from my old sim -- people I don't want to be associated with, or those I simply want to dispose of.
I want a clutter-free life so let me be.
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