There is a reason why we cannot leave certain things behind us no matter how old these things are. I, for one, can tell you that I put great value on a lot of things. Not solely on materialistic values but also values on relationships with other people.

This pair of worn out shoes probably gains the most sentiments from me. This is the very first pair I bought for myself with my own savings when I was 16. I wore it all the time and never replaced it until I reached 20. And up to now, I’m 23, I still wear it.

What’s so special about this pair is that it reminds me a lot of my traveling experiences and the people around me that time. When I see this pair I recall my late Grandma who used to clean it all the time. I recall my old time crush who I tried to impress with my casual fashion. I recall how I saved up by doing other people’s project just to afford this. I remember my best friend who I literally grew up with and bonded with almost everyday. When I first stepped into the world of University I was wearing this pair. When I first stepped on a foreign land and came back home I was wearing this. I met my long lost cousins with these shoes. I attended my step sister’s funeral with these shoes. And when I finally left my home to settle abroad, I was wearing these shoes.

A lot of memories are stored in this shoes. It has walked a long way with me and never got tired. Somehow I don’t ever want to throw this away.

It just occurred to me, just few moments ago, how verbal communication can really help ease out stress. Weird isn’t it? Well, I was never really the talkative type especially when I’m down or stressed. And most of the time, when I’m really out of it there’s usually nobody around to talk with. This happens very often even in times when celebration is a must.

Few hours ago I felt tremendous pressure from my business and I felt like I could literally tear my skin apart from the angst that developed in me. Frustration coming from this project for a client in addition to other related projects from other clients almost drove me insane. I was in a brink of frenzy when someone called me.

10:20 pm. I answered the phone and somehow it felt weird to say hello. The tone of my voice sounded pretentiously happy yet it felt good. Somehow I felt a sudden shift in time. “What’s up?” she said. I was about to give a heavy sigh, but I digressed. It felt like I wasn’t even in control of my mouth. I wanted to say how bad I felt that moment but my consciousness just voluntarily sidetracked and started a conversation far from complains and depression.

I had no clue but it seemed so smooth and convincingly calm. The flow of tide was slow and soothing to the heart. We talked. We laughed. Little things that are part of everyday life made time pleasant somehow in that conversation.

It hit me right after I said good night how good it is to have someone to talk with. Just a simple laugh with someone can heal so much. I felt a sudden crave for it. It felt so new to me. I’m not too sure why, but that moment when I thought i was bringing hell upon me I felt a vibe of harmony in such a simple conversation. I guess it was sign that I’m not really alone.