In a cramped public utility vehicle, I pushed myself to be seated.
That’s the closest and the farthest we’ll ever be. Close, there were two layers between us (three if you’re wearing inner garments). Far, we are only two strangers fortunately (or unfortunately) seated next to each other in one crowded jeepney.
Funny how people put markers for special events or moments. These are often pictures, videos or letters. More than that, we use our power of association. Simple things like a piece of stone, the aroma in the air or even the rain; reminds us of these events and moments in our timelines.
As we go along our timelines, we collect memories and, at the same time, markers. At some point, we’ll have to let go of some weight these markers bring in order to make room for more.
Intentionally or not, we associate everyday objects and sensations to memories, happy or sad, that left us out of breath or broken. It is our way of reminding ourselves of the things that once mattered or the things that still do.