“What’s this?” Sam asked me, holding up a device I had long forgotten.
“It’s a recorder,” I said by way of explanation but the blank look on his face reminded me that he wasn’t from my generation.
“It records people’s words,” I said.
He frowned. “Why would you want to do that?”
“Because words are important and sometimes you need to remember
things that were said,” I answered.
He put the recorder down.
“Yes I know words are important,” he said, “But you’re always telling me it’s just as important to let go. If you keep holding on to things people said, whether good or bad, you’ll never be able to move forward with your life.”
Sam may have been years younger than me but he was much wiser. I stared at him for a moment wondering how it was that I’d been so lucky to find a friend like him before I replied.
“You’re right,” I said simply. “I think about and go over and over in my mind what people said. I hold onto the negative and focus on them instead of looking at the positive.”
Sam grinned. “Yeah, you do, but you’re okay,” he said.
I threw a pillow at him.
“But,” he said, “You don’t need this anymore. Get rid of it.” He dumped the recorder into the rubbish bin.
He was right.
It was fine to remember but not to hang on forever.