Is Your Life in a Box?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

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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13 comments:

Natasha said, 

Going off at a tangent, but there is a point.
I am an avid photographer, and when the kids were little, I used to click something like a dozen pictures of them every single day. The first holiday we took, I must have shot over a thousand photographs, then I dropped the camera into a lake and couldn't retrieve it. I cried for the lost memory card, then realised that the kids I had in my arms were actually more precious than photographic memories.

It does tie in with what you are saying, doesn't it?

And I held onto that award for over two months, if that gives you any comfort?

September 7, 2010 at 8:49 AM  
Mary@GigglesandGuns said, 

Oh my! I felt this story. Someone stole my camera with family photos on the card. I cried until my grand-daughter said, "let's just make new memories".
I still have the family and the new memories.
Beautiful piece.

Mary

September 7, 2010 at 11:05 AM  
Arlee Bird said, 

It's so true that "no one's life fits in a box". I have so many boxes of stuff in my house and everyone has contents that reflect something about about me and those I love. If I could only have one box, what would I put in it--what would I get rid of? It's like deciding what things to save if your house is burning.

Wonderful post!

Lee
Tossing It Out

September 7, 2010 at 12:08 PM  
Unknown said, 

It is kinda sad though. My dad had thirteen br/sis and lots of photographs and one day his parents house burned down and not one photographs were salvaged. However, whenever my aunts and uncles get together, they tell stories about childhood and all they remembered. I think that time is so important and a way to make up for lost photos.

CD

September 7, 2010 at 3:01 PM  
Summer Ross said, 

Life in a box, yeah I have way too many boxes...lol mostly full of pictures or writing stuff.

September 7, 2010 at 3:58 PM  
RHYTHM AND RHYME said, 

I enjoyed your post very much, I as you know threw lots away the other day, things I been hoarding,
If I could have just one box what would I put in it? something I am keen on at the moment? no, it would be a picture of my wedding day.
I have my lovely family relatively nearby except one in Spain, I love them to bits and then there are my friends, people I have known for years all these people my late husband had to leave behind and I have had the pleasure of still seeing them.......3 of the grandchildren he never knew how previleged I feel when I see them.

Congratulations on the award well deserved.
I tried to read your later blog but it wouldn't show.

Take care
Yvonne.

September 7, 2010 at 4:35 PM  
Velvet Over Steel said, 

What a Great post!! It really makes us all think and see our life differently!! I've been cleaning out 'boxes of my life' and using things that I had long 'kept for special occasions'. Now I am only keeping those things I truely love and putting out the 'memories' for reminders (as long as they are happy reminders anyway). :-)

Love this and so needed to read it today. Thank You!! Have a wonderful week!!
HUGS,
Coreen

September 7, 2010 at 4:41 PM  
The Words Crafter said, 

I did a post a couple months ago about my own little box. It has some fun memories in it, as well as sad and angry-making ones. I love to sit, when it's just me at home, and take all the items out, reliving the moments and memories. Nostalgia!

September 7, 2010 at 6:02 PM  
Nezzy (Cow Patty Surprise) said, 

I love this post girl! I'm kinda of a neat freak so not many boxes around. So sad about the camera thing. When I still used film I kept the negatives in the freezer...just in case. I'm funny like that.

Ya'll have a beautifully blessed day!!!

September 7, 2010 at 6:23 PM  
Gail Williamssaid, 

Enjoyed today's post.

Congratulations on your award.

September 7, 2010 at 6:45 PM  
Jules said, 

It is too late for me to type a personal comment to each of you but I see you got my drift. For that I thank you.

Enjoy your moments and make as many special as you can.

For those who are wondering about that deleted post...it will be back up at midnight. :)

Peace my peeps...

September 7, 2010 at 8:20 PM  
February Grace said, 

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

The whole post was beautiful but the above just made me hold my breath- absolutely gorgeous.

Lovely, lovely, lovely. Thank you for posting it- and for the reminder.

hugs
~bru

September 9, 2010 at 3:13 PM  
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