Yesterday, I have finally laid to rest my slippers. It was actually long overdue. I should have done it a few weeks ago but the familiarity and attachment I had with it proved too strong. But after almost slipping up, I had decided to lay it to rest.
It may not look like much or special but this pair has been with me for almost 2 years. It has witnessed every triumph and failures, rejections and acceptance and almost every life event I can remember. It has not let me down yet come hell or high water. Plus, since it kind of looks like a shoe, security guards at my former work place allow me in even though slippers are not allowed. Heck, I even used it to kill those pesky cockroaches I see.
I know I was a bit careless with it. I may have let the dog chew it at times, or pretended I was a top-notch figure skater when the tiles at the office or at the mall are smooth enough. But never did it give up on me.
And so, as I slowly approach the garbage can to release it from its suffering, all those funny memories I had with it rushed to my mind. It was hard to let go, but I know that making new memories with my new slippers would be the best way to honor it. And so, I bade it farewell.
Requiescat in Pace old friend.
[I don’t know what came into me. I was supposed to write about my weekend but somehow my hands ended up with this. Oh well.]