Don't you sometimes wish you could return to the past? I do. Sometimes I yearn to go back to my uni days, which seemed like a long time ago. Wait! That was a long time ago!
There are days when I dream about the carefree life I once had - days when I had less financial responsibilities, when I didn't have to worry about growing up or aging family members. I could say life was probably bliss back then, without me knowing it. Having said that, we cannot avoid going forward, it's just a part of life we all have to accept. We grow older year by year, month by month, day by day. We will only have more and more responsibilities put upon us as we plunge ahead.
For the reasons listed above, there are things in my life that I'm unwilling to let go of simply because they remind me of the past.
Doris, my pink bear, is one of those items. She's been through the thick and thin with me. I used to suffer from insomnia when I was 12 years old. I went to see doctors who only offered me sleeping pills, something my mom didn't want me taking at such a young age. I read tons of books on how to better my sleep, but much to my dismay, nothing really helped. Then one book suggested sleeping with a soft plush toy. I actually tried everything else before resorting to this since I was not a huge fan of plushies at the time. To my surprise, my quality of sleep kept getting better once I started sleeping with Doris. After that day for the next 15+ years, I have not slept a day without her.
In case any of you are wondering how come her legs are of different colours and materials, Doris actually saved my life. I used to have a lot of stomach problems during my highschool days and because she slept beside me or on my stomach, she took the burn for me when these electric heating pads I had on went haywire. This resulted in Doris getting burns on her bum area and having her legs burnt off, not to mention the pads also burnt through my comforter and part of my mattress. If not for Doris, I would have been severely burnt and injured. She's undergone many "cosmetic" surgeries after that incident and had her stuffing and legs replaced more than three times throughout the years. Last year, due to her becoming increasingly tattered, I had to retire her to another place in my room to avoid her coming apart.
Every time I look at her, I remember all the things I used to go through as a kid and remind myself how fortunate I am that I no longer suffer from insomnia or serious stomach problems. When I see her, I remember my elementary, highschool, and uni days. Although she has retired as my sleeping companion, she will forever hold a special place in my heart.
Are there things in your life that you just can't part with because they remind you of the good old times? I'm interested in hearing your stories.
JAC