When I was little I wanted very badly to have a collection. I wanted something neat to bring in to Show and Tell. I tried rocks, but all I could gather were the rocks in my backyard. I tried buttons…but I only found about three loose in my house. I thought about toys, but I shared everything with my sister. Eventually I gave up. I suppose the closest I ever got to a collection was my stock pile of stuffed animals. The thing is; sometimes I still wish I had a collection of something. I’m just older now to realize that I don’t collect anything. I think it’s a waste of space. I don’t want a bunch of weird nicknacks floating around gathering dust. Truthfully, I have a bunch of pictures and a few mementos I have kept from certain times in my life, and except the pictures they all (for now) fit in a glass vase. Which is really what a collection is about anyway. Taking time to gather these things that you feel are special. Things you feel are worth having around. That concept eluded me for a long time. I wanted to have a whole collection at once. Like buy fifty marbles and say, “This is my collection!” I would have had junk. Because not one of those marbles would have meant something to me. Sometimes I feel that there might be something wrong with me because I don’t put sentiment into items. I know plenty of people who have a collection of stuff that they will NOT let you throw out because it means the world to them. I, on the other hand, could walk out of my house with a handful of items and not miss a thing left behind. Lately I have been coming to terms with that, and realizing that there really is nothing wrong with me. In some ways I feel I am better off sometimes. If my place goes up in flames I won’t be devastated, just a little put off that my computer and tv (which cost a decent bit of cash) are gone. I am imagining a best case scenario where my dog is safely at another house. He is not an item, he is my friend.
So, I do have a small collection of things, but nothing I put my world into. My world is the world. My true collection is in my brain. The people I love, the memories I have. That is my true collection.