Well… I went on a very long walk around Portland the other day… and I did a lot of thinking. Did you know that I have over 300 phone numbers in my phone. I didn’t. I began to flip through each of them on my walk and let the memories of the good old days float me into a nostalgic nature. I couldn’t help but laugh through some of the memories; others brought a lump to the back of my throat. You know that lump that surfaces right before the pain really starts to flow? Yeah that one! Three hundred numbers later I had examined 22 years of life and more relationships than I realized I had, had. Not all of those relationships were positive but not all of those were negative either… it showed me how colorful my life has been over the years, not that I didn’t think that it was already colorful. I mean… you’ll all on my preferred list… you know my history. Never a dull moment right? Well at the end of my walk I came to a rather important conclusion… it was time to delete some of those numbers. I sat there on my couch deleting number by number, knowing that I hadn’t talked to most of those people in years or that I would never talk to them again. It was a little sad at first but once I was down to just over half of the original count. 14 something numbers disappeared into the abyss of time.
I find it intriguing that such a small action can refresh so many memories, that such a small action can alert me of what my life has looked like. The truth is that most of those people wont even know that they were still in my phone, others wont care. And the thing is… that’s okay. Most of those numbers were products of the last four years of my life and a few ranged back to elementary school. Each owner played a piece in my life, and I played a piece in theirs. The truth is that people matter… even the ones you’ve forgotten, even the ones you’ll forget
