In a moment it’s gone

I had this great sofa. Made out of a type of bamboo in the 1950s in Hawaii. It was loved by my friend’s family until January 2004 and then passed to me. A funky sofa to the max. The sofa cover had red, yellow, orange, brown stripes; bizarre but full of personality. For the past month, I debated whether to put funky sofa in storage or throw it away (it’s too raggedy to sell off).

And then in a fit of chaos, I threw it all away. Blasted “Mr. Brightside” on my surround sound and by the end of the song, funky sofa was in the trash.

Maybe that’s how reinvent ourselves: burn the old, nurture the new.

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