Ramblings...

Sometimes, memories are measured by materials. And long after a presence is gone, the objects serve as a reminder of the past.

Like the other day, I was going through my earring box, pairing up each piece with its other half. There must have been close to fifty pairs of earrings. More than half of which I didn’t buy. And I remembered the various people that got them for me. Some are still around and some have went on leaving me souvenirs from the past.

And then, every so often, I would come across a pair in which its origins I simply could not identify: the Who What When Why How of that dangly piece; materials without memories worthy enough to keep. A simple accessory and nothing more.

Then, when the box was almost empty, and my desk was scattered with gleaming pieces of memories reunited, I came across a lonely earring without its pair. One earring would serve me no purpose. What is one without the other? Insignificant. But I kept it nevertheless.

Maybe one day I’ll find its other half. Sometimes they do come back.