Is Your Life in a Box?

Late again and scurrying to complete her morning routine she felt the thought creep in. The anger of her tardiness was taking slow control. Oh, how she hated to be late. The thought of having to say, “Sorry I’m late,” made her skin cringe. She also knew at some point she would ask herself, “What did I forget?”

Sometime around her morning coffee break that question grabbed her. “What did I forget?” she asked herself. Replaying slowly in her mind the morning routine and checking items off one at a time. Remembering the final glance she always took in the dresser mirror her mind stopped dead in thought.

She could see it clearly in her mind. Tucked away near the back and was sure now as she recalled, it needed dusting. I have not opened that in years she thought and her vision became clearer.


There it sat, this lonely little box, an elegantly aged collector of her past. Its side all ornately carved in scrolls and flows with a top that was inlaid with glass. She had used it for no other purpose than to catch relics of days long since gone. “What did I put in that little box?” A question she was now trying to answer with her mind.

She recalled a ticket stub of the last concert she had attended, a book of matches from a so-so dinner with a friend but the contents were not so clear. She knew there was an coin from a outing with her niece and the top held photos of, “lord I cannot remember,” she despaired.

A co-worker had snuck up and broke her train of thought. Something about an errand she must run. It was late and after completing the errand would be done for the day.

All throughout the day end errand she tried her best to visualize the lonely little box and what memories it did hold. Try as she might she could only recall what her mind had already brought into view. “I have got to go open that box,” she thought “this is driving me crazy.”

Rushing in, heading straight for the dresser and scooping up the little boxed with her hands, she sat down on the bed. Gently but with speed she laid open the glass lid. Suddenly she felt as though someone had slapped her and a tear rolled down her face.

Here in the contents of a box lay the memories of her life. The relics of moments she had long since forgot. She had put them there for safekeeping, an easy place to find but somewhere along the way had forgot to look inside. Now with a tear rolling own her cheek, she knew, “No one’s life fits in a box.”

For a cherished relic to be truly a cherished it must be gazed upon. It must be remembered and that moment relived from our heart. Do not put your life in box and merely dust it. Take it out, relive it, remember it and cherish where you have been.


Tomorrow is my day to shine in the blogville sun. I hope you will come by and remind me to turn over; I burn easy. Also, Rayna @ Coffee Rings Everywhere has passed me an award. Thank you, Rayna. You are the master of drabble my friend and I love your thoughts. I’m going to hold on to this for a day or two, if you don’t mind.

Welcome back to work days….

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