Ever since I lost my stuff to those fucktards a few weeks ago, I can't help but feel sad because all of the stuff they took are of value. As you might have known or read a few posts back, I don't wallow on the monetary value of my stuff but on the sentimental value of it because all are gifts from my parents and friends. At this point, I don't want to gag at my own sentimentality but I would like to go to the reasons behind that. What was most painful was the loss of my watch that was given to me by my Tito Nonoy when I was in 6th grade and my Samsung Galaxy Tablet which was given to me by my dad for my 26th birthday.
You might say that I shouldn't worry about the material possessions I lost because at least we weren't hurt. Yes, I'm happy that no one was hurt but you see, I have reasons for mulling over the loss of my stuff. First off, I am not the type to ask my parents for seriously expensive stuff unless I really need it or deserve it. I usually wait for an occasion so I can ask for it or I just wait for it to be given to me if my parents also think as I do. So just imagine my joy when it's given to me. Not only that, we were raised by our parents wherein we should work hard in order to gain something and that not everything should be given in a whim. For example, something would be given if we follow the condition that we would get good grades at school. Receiving stuff out of hard work is really bittersweet. Lastly, if an object was given to me out of sheer kindness and generosity of the giver, I really treasure that because it makes me feel that someone actually cares. Haha. Mababaw lang naman ang kaligayahan ko, basta naalala mo ako kahit gaano pa kamura yan, binibigyan ko yan ng halaga.
For the record, I am not materialistic. I am just a very sentimental young woman. Kbye.
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