Beginnings or are they endings?

There is a beginning and an ending for all experiences. Sometimes it is hard to end such experiences. This is about knowing when to let something go which is no longer relevant to our lives and is just taking up valuable space.

Now it may be as simple as realising that the book we have had since our twenties and which we have never read again is actually only taking up space on our precious book shelf. Some might say it has seen them through life but has it really when it has never been taken down from that shelf? Why is it some people just don't hold onto things while others seem to get solace from having them?

I have a copy of all Shakespeare's plays. It was given to me as a twenty first birthday present. So on my shelf is a book I received nearly forty years ago and which I never read as the cover makes my teeth "water" and the pages make my fingers itch!!! Really how inane is that? Why do I need to hang onto something which I have never and will never read?

So today the Shakespeare tome has been moved to the box which will make its way to the book exchange. Surprisingly it was not as difficult as I thought it would be to remove this book. Having developed a skin allergy to paper and card dust and certain other fibres, the need to hold onto this book was not as strong as I thought.

The practicalities far out-weigh, the nostalgia I had attributed to this books. This is definitely an unexpected ending. Or perhaps  a new beginning?

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