The Drawer of Memories

Everytime I open this drawer of mine, alone in my own room, the door locked, I would look into its contents. Most of the time, it is so messy and always piled up with useless things. Life is so busy, and notes just pile up on top gradually, and I have no time to clear it. Yet, beneath these useless sheets of notes lies cards and papers with precious memories. Thus I would clear the useless things, and recollect the precious things that were said to me.

Of all gifts and things given to me, I treasure the words of encouragements most. I like to keep cards and letters most, and never had I nor will I discard any of them. They encourage me to strive to work hard, to trust in the Lord, to continue serving Him. Those letters given by my primary school friends are still sitting comfortably in one corner, awaiting my visitation every once or twice a year. Then there were others, thanking me for being their friend, or some others wishing me happy birthday over the years. I would appreciate the effort they put in to simply design the card, imagine how they would use different coloured markers just to make it look nice, draw creative pictures, and I would appreciate the thoughts put in to write it. Some cards are painstakingly cut by hand to achieve its design, and I cannot help but thank God that there are such friends in my life! These are things which will stay with me for a long, long time. Thank you for being my friend too.

And as I move on inch by inch to the bottom of my drawer, removing useless items one at a time, it also reminds me of the temporal things that I used to hold on to - and now I have decided to part with it. Those grades of mine in secondary school, those A1s and C6s that I got, some certificates, report book, the young pictures of myself in school uniform, that very familiar study schedule, bloodbank donation cards, the GP essays I wrote, my bank account balance sheet, even my mathematics notes. Most ended up in the dustbin, never to be seen again, others chucked into another drawer because they do not belong here - with the letters of memories.

The sad thing is, I seldom send people cards or letters. Maybe you have a drawer of memories of your own, and I haven't thanked you yet...