Going through your old MP3 folder is like flicking through an old photo album; every song has its own story, a piece of memory tucked away in every note. You can't help but listen to these songs again, even though each one pricks your heart like sharp thorns.
Nostalgia has visited once again.
I have a box full of old letters under my bed, a few boxes of old presents from former boyfriends, and several boxes of junk from primary and high school ranging from class notes and Christmas cards to Sailor Moon tapes and the Spice Girls album. I've contemplated throwing these things out as they are of the past, but I'm quite sentimental, so I haven't had the heart to dispose of them yet.
A person's bedroom, or what's under their bed, can reflect the type of person they are. Take a quick scan. You glance at your possessions and see your whole life right in front of you. Can you see that these material items are still with you, yet certain people have left your life?
Don't throw away the things that people have given you because, like the old Spice Girls CD or those embarrassing pictures you took with your friends in the photo booth, they too deserve a place in your shoebox.