Letting go the silver spoon
It was a beautiful morning today, all sunny and blue, the air still cool just after eight. As I rolled out of the driveway past a sweaty jogger, I started to miss the calm of the big old house a little. Its going to be tough leaving it...taking apart each piece of everything I've owned that's been hoarded here for 25 years.
Its been the main topic of discussion with dad and a huge point of contention with mum.
"It'd be best just to divest everything... let go of all our material attachments. Be free."
"uh huh."
"What are you going to do with your motorbike?"
I've had this little bike since 1988. It's a Yamaha "Mini Mini" scrambler that's about 3' high with a little 50cc motor. I spent endless evenings tearing around the neighbourhood on it and flinging mud around the garden as I'd try to climb impossibly steep slopes.
"Maybe you can restore it - polish it, chrome it. Make it nice. Then you can showcase it in the living room."
I was wondering what living room dad was talking about. Then I realized he was thinking about the one we'd have when I could rennovate the house with the 5 million dollars that I'm supposed to make in the next few years so we can all move back into the house like a big happy family again.
"It's going to go, dad."
Its thoroughly flattening how physical possessions can take on so much emotional value... and with an entire household to let go, dad's gotta endure an awful lot to let me grow.
Is it harder to build a new life or to tear down an old one?
1988
2005
Its been the main topic of discussion with dad and a huge point of contention with mum.
"It'd be best just to divest everything... let go of all our material attachments. Be free."
"uh huh."
"What are you going to do with your motorbike?"
I've had this little bike since 1988. It's a Yamaha "Mini Mini" scrambler that's about 3' high with a little 50cc motor. I spent endless evenings tearing around the neighbourhood on it and flinging mud around the garden as I'd try to climb impossibly steep slopes.
"Maybe you can restore it - polish it, chrome it. Make it nice. Then you can showcase it in the living room."
I was wondering what living room dad was talking about. Then I realized he was thinking about the one we'd have when I could rennovate the house with the 5 million dollars that I'm supposed to make in the next few years so we can all move back into the house like a big happy family again.
"It's going to go, dad."
Its thoroughly flattening how physical possessions can take on so much emotional value... and with an entire household to let go, dad's gotta endure an awful lot to let me grow.
Is it harder to build a new life or to tear down an old one?
1988
2005
posted by paul at 8:52 AM
1 Comments:
Growing up.. it's tough.. but you can never learn better than when it hurts... so welcome to the "party"!.. At least you've got a silver spoon to begin with..
The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core strength within you that survives all hurt. - Max Lerner
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