What’s in my pocket?

A movie ticket. From 8 years ago. My first date with a guy I hardly dated. We walked into the wrong theater and sat through the wrong movie, but loved it. Soon after, I left him to be with a friend of his while he was on tour outside the country. I was too scared to confront him, to face the truth and be honest. What’s in my pocket? Fears and mistakes.

A photograph of my niece, from when she was little. To remind me that no matter where I go in the world, and how isolated or alone I might feel, family is always with me and I am with them. What’s in my pocket? Endless love.

An ongoing collection of quotes. Things I hear, read, come up with myself. Lines from poems, movies, books. Some famous, some obscure and random. Lines my friends have said to me about me. Lines I have said to myself about life. Reminders about mistakes I have repeatedly made. What’s in my pocket? Inspiration.

An energy gel wrapper from today’s morning long run. A reminder that I have a goal to strive towards. That I am a runner. What’s in my pocket? Perseverance.

House keys. To remind me that I have a place to return to everyday. A roof over my head. A place called home, with my bed, my comforter, my wall art, and my things. What’s in my pocket? Gratitude.

A tissue. For the constantly sniffling nose.

General Writing: Idea, Thinking, Opinion

This is a collection for general writing, thinking, and opinions.

    Prerna Seth

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    Collector of memories. Analyzer of experiences. Doer of things. Candid talker. Chronicling struggles with depression. “An unexamined life is not worth living.”

    General Writing: Idea, Thinking, Opinion

    This is a collection for general writing, thinking, and opinions.