With a little nudge from our house help, I finally decided to fix my post-bar study table. A bulk of the review things are still there, but I’ll be giving away most of them soon. Pay it forward.

Random trinkets have found their way to the bin. Little frames, old notebook pads, friendship bracelets. When was the last time I cleared this table anyway? Until I’m finally able to embrace and practice Minimalism, I’d have to do occasional trip down memory lanes such as this to open up space for more seemingly relevant stuff.

It’s a little therapeutic actually, throwing things away. More than the emotional catharsis brought by cleaning, I get to see what things I considered worth of shelf space the last time I emptied my desk. I am amused by my method of evaluation: will I be able to use this soon is replaced by do I really want to remember this time in my life. I hoarded material things because it was my way of holding on to the memories.

The little tokens you throw out don’t become irrelevant. It’s the memories they represent that usually do.