Unwanted Toys.

It is bizarre to think sometimes we need to find that old toy in the attic to remind us of what we had.

To bring a smile to our face.

But know what's scary?

Sad?

Infuriating?

Seeing someone else, play with that old and forgotten toy, and all of a sudden seeing that old toy, with a fresh set of new eyes.

All of a sudden, now we want our toy back.

The same one we didn't care about two seconds ago.

Until we did.

Until we saw someone touching our stuff.

Matter we didn't think...mattered.

Until we saw someone else having fun with it.

Now we are reminded why we loved that toy so much in the first place.

And quite frankly, it sucks.

Having to see it.

Firsthand.

It is the worst thing ever, to see someone else having more fun with your stuff than you had, or at least you thought you had.

But I suppose herein lies the cautionary tale about toys.

They are there to serve a purpose.

Sometimes it is to soothe.

Other times to have fun.

BUT also to TEACH.

To distract us from reality.

So be careful what you play with.

And what you don't play with anymore.

And sometimes, just sometimes, remember there are the toys that need to be put on a shelf, and just admired.

The ones we never should have played with to begin with.

The knick knacks.

Sprinkles.

The toys that are just too pretty to play with.

Or maybe, just maybe, they needed to be admired and just seen, in order to be loved and appreciated.

What kind of toy are we?

I will never end up in an attic.

That is all I can say.

Xoxo,

C.