The relative utility of sixteen year old shoes
that hurt my knees when I wear them
In my closet I have a pair of sixteen year old shoes that hurt my knees.
They are not particularly attractive. They are not particularly useful.
And yet, they have been in a garbage can and retrieved several times over the last four years.
I wear them once or twice during a particularly wet week, when most of my other shoes are soggy.
They hurt my knees, look terrible and, have just the kind of odour that you would imagine associated with sixteen year old shoes that have seen the inside of a dumpster more than twice..
And yet, the relatively little use I have for them seems to justify my tripping over them for fifty of the fifty two weeks of the year.
They delight me when I slide into them. Not because they are comfortable. They are so familiar. It’s like they unlock an old gait that I no longer use. They remind me of how I used to be. I get in touch with my old sole.
old sole words…
We humans live within a limited time frame.
We have limited space.
And the capitalist machine would like us to think big and fill our limited spaces with unlimited amounts of stuff.
So, given that we have limited time and limited space and can not do everything, how to decide what things, interests, ideas and ambitions to keep and what to pass on, throw away, neglect or get rid of?
What’s the value in keeping something around well beyond its prime? Yes, sure, it’s mostly out of sight and out of mind. It’s easy to keep things like that around for a long time. Whether it’s an aspect of your business, a complicated relationship or just a rotten old pair of shoes, how useful is it to you go keep that there?
What would happen if you threw the shoes away?
Is there something in your life that hurts you, but you keep it around just because a couple of times of year, it just ‘feels right’?
Because sometimes things that ‘feel right’ might not be quite so right.
Which reminds me of that old saying:
When you’ve got the shakes, eat cornflakes.