To discard isn’t easy for some. What breathes life into a thing is the relation, the association one develops with it. What is done there on is accomplished together. How does one discard then, even though practicality and reason suggest that one must? Then the hacks come in.
Tonight, while packing for Auroville Marathon it was a realisation that the worn out pair helped me run the same trail several years back. It should be with me in some way on this year’s too. So taking the old with me. The old makes the laces on the new. We set out. So much for the sentiment. It is a surprise everyday to notice the attachment, the urge to not let go, to keep within… in some little way. May be it works this way! Adds a touch of remembrance.