Out with the old, and in with the new, but there's too much emotional attachment to that certain object that I'd used for a long, long time, it'd become, a bit, difficult for me to part with it, but it's broken, so it must go, and I need a brand new one…translated…
Cherishing everything that I have, I'd not gotten rid of the backpack that'd been used, until the straps snapped twice, I'd, tied the broken straps back up together, to get it home. I'd started, examining the backpack, it looked like that weathered soldier from war, that's, dying, and, relieving it of its duties seemed the right thing to do now.
I'd thought, that this old backpack needed to be in retirement, but the trouble for me was shopping for a brand new one, I'd not wanted to spend too much on anything like this, secondly, I didn't want to have the similar styles that everybody is carrying, and this means of attitude that I carried, had caused me a ton of headaches every time I tried to find a replacement for my old backpack.
Due to the coming of the years, how I am now, counting down the days, my body is, crumbling down, I'd suddenly, had an, attitude makeover, in the limited number of years I have left, I'd started from a brand new perspectives, to purchase the items not just based off of their practicality, but something that caught my eyes, that I can, keep for a long, long, time.
After this thought set it, I'd started, searching around, hoping to find the one. It was not a successful process though, giving that new life to an item, for it to company me for life everywhere I go, due to my high standards, I'd, spent a long time, searching. And one day, I'd gone out with a friend, mentioned how I was, on the hunt for a new backpack, and she'd told me she liked the bags from a local unknown manufacturer, on the one hand, offering the encouragements to the young man's creative agency, secondly, the cost is, just, but, he'd set up shop online mostly, and, as I'd heard that I may have to purchase from online, I'd, backed, away. And she'd told me that there was a physical store, but, the impacts of the three year long pandemic, she didn't know if the shop is still, operating, that we should go and see.
We'd, moved to the city, and, after some trying moments, we'd finally, found the address, and, there was a burgundy backpack that's, caught my, gaze, on that shelf, every backpack, fought for my attention, while, the one I had my eyes on, just, quietly, waited, for someone who can, appreciate it to take it home.
And ever since, I had it as my traveling companion, and it'd felt, more steady, especially when I traveled alone, it'd felt like I was traveling with a good friend, helping to ward off my loneliness, and that sense of bliss came to me.
Everything and everyone in our lives comes and goes, anything that we invested our emotions in, all became naught, and that feel of sorrows, of regrets of loss was what remained. To this time of my life, it seemed, that all I have is now; that sense of bliss from the burgundy backpack is so strong, so, I shall, enjoy its company on my back.
So, your attachment to your backpack, may be psychological more so than the material, because you'd had that backpack too long, it'd gone with you through all your, ups and downs, and now, it's broken, and you couldn't part with it, but, you are in need of a replacement, and so, you'd searched high and low, and finally found one just right, and, you'd, begun your new relationship with this new backpack, knowing also that your relationship will also, come to an end, when this new one, grew old, and became, used up too, and you're, learning to say goodbye to the past through this process…
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