Junk Drawer

The Junk Drawer Thesis: In this drawer lies both the past, and a prediction of the future. In this drawer memories are kept, and occasionally discarded. My junk drawer is a reflection of myself; the good, bad and the ugly. Scraps of my thoughts and possessions litter this strangely personal place, all too often bringing smiles and cringes to surface. Memories sometimes bought with the spare change in your pocket bring the most happiness. This drawer is not an obvious keeper of treasures, yet holds some of the most cherishable memories in life inside. Within lay my fondest memories, and yet it is only a junk drawer. Pictures of a younger, more naive-to-the-world me are scattered throughout, bringing back lessons taught, and re-teaching them back into my own junk drawer of a life. These pictures show me a bright past, overlayed with the beauty of pure childhood innocence. This drawer puts on a display of pictures illustrating my parents and I growing up together, something with disadvantages, but yet I wouldn’t change that part of me for everything there is. It is said that pictures say a thousand words, but that is truly an underestimate. Pictures are a drawer within a drawer. You may be able to put a price on memories, but can’t put a price on the people you make them with.
From a young age, money has never been #1 on my list of lifetime goals and priorities. At the age of 8, value of a certain money became very treasured. In that year, my great-grandpa, a veteran of WW2, learned of his cancer. He also gifted me 7 freshly minted, (and in numerical order on the serial number), one dollars bills. You might say,” A measly $7?”, but that was the last gift I was allowed to receive from him. While not valuable monetarily, it was a gift that I view as special. When some of the drawers possessions that are precious to you, it is because someone who found significant sentimental value in said item gifted it, and those gifts are truly the ones to be treasured.