Today, I was cleaning out my closet and wondering why I have so many nice things that I never wore? I couldn't help but think of that mentality. Do I store these idealistic ideas that, like my closet, is nice to have but never get around to? Further exploration of this I came to the conclusion that I never finish what I start. My life has a been a whole list of unfinished business. Looking around me I can see how true that statement is...I'm surrounded by incompleted tasks I started yet never finished while moving on to something else. I decided then that this shall be my first task that I would start and see all the way to the end before moving on. I wish the other many things was that easy... or maybe it is exactly that easy... I guess there's only one way to find out, right?
As I continued with my closet, I realized that was just the beginning that I was only merely scratching the surface.
It's pretty funny really, my closet, everything categorized, including my shoes (lol). Then I saw a pile of big shirts, sweat pants, and frumpy sweat shirts. The thing about these are that these were used to the point of raggedness and yet my closet remained pristine, mainly untouched with tags still hanging out. I am not quite sure what this was saying to me but it did bother me somewhat. Here I have all these clothes, beautiful and fashionable, yet untouched. On the other end I have these ugly frumpy clothes that obviously I practically lived in. As I look at these I see the memories associated with these frumpy clothes that seem so inappropriate. I couldn't help but wonder what my closet was saying about me. I mean, what would you think about the owner of this closet? Most importantly, would it reflect the true me?
