Moving Ahead Without Forgetting The Past

I've found myself noticing a lot of small things lately. The way people's blinkers blink in unison while waiting to turn at a stop light, the way the Asian people do Tai Chi at ridiculous hours of the morning, and how small things like this can become so significant without trying.

A few days ago I went out for a drive and I noticed part of my watch hanging off. I didn't take much notice to it at first, but it stayed in the back of my mind. I kept going until I got to SMU and then decided I should turn back, but I decided to go through the long way. I started heading towards Plano when I began thinking about buying a new watch. A new watch; it didn't feel right to me and I was confused on why it didn't feel right. I look at it again and I just remember a few days ago someone in my English 1302 class complimented on my watch. This watch has gotten me a lot of compliments, the reason why escapes me, but its always been nice.

It's a strange feeling to want to replace my watch after its been with me for so long. The number of times I've been complimented or noticed for my watch is ridiculous. Amazing how some stainless steel and a leather can make you stand out in a crowd of people with watches. When I look at it, i think it's so simple and plain; why does it get recognized so much? I guess it's the simple beauty of it. Nothing flashy, nothing odd about it. It's strange how a $65 watch can be a work of art in its own respect. Just the simplicity of it makes it that way.

While stopped at a stop light blinking reds, I remember where the watch came from. Rahul, Nasser, and Faraaz gave it to me for my birthday in ninth grade. Four years this watch has been around and I thought about just getting rid of it because part of strap was falling off. How can i replace such a memory in my life with something else? It sounds stupid but in that 30 minute drive from SMU to Park and Ohio, I realized how much this watch means to me. Something so small holds so many good times it's insane. It became more than a chunk of stainless steel and leather strape with the brand Fossil written on it; it became a part of my life because of the things it holds, and its origins.

It's sitting right infront of me and when I look at it, I can't really fathom thinking about replacing it completely. A new watch may be in order but never getting rid of this one is something I plan to do. It's been around too long to be considered insignificant. To me it's like a souvenier from when times weren't so turbulant, and my friends were close by instead of four hours away. It's like a part of my past that never played a key role, but has been document all the key events all through high school. Maybe this next watch will document my college years like this one did high school.