April 6, 2018
My grandaunts spelled Kuya's name as "Brain." Sifting through old letters can remind you of an exact feeling sometimes. It's quite a painful trip, really. This is why I avoid those boxes now. On some days when I dislike people in general, there is an urge to burn all the letters and keepsakes. What then? We can only get rid of tangibles, never memories. It's funny how we keep something because someday we want to be reminded of how happy it made us feel. But we also keep remembrance that we'd rather forget. Why do we do that to ourselves?