On cleaning out my closet.

When I was 10, I received this mini record player by a person I held very dear to my heart.
The record player never worked, and the person that gave it to me promised me to have it repaired.
That person had a very troubled life, and came in and out of my life, always with faint promises.
And I believed all of it. I wanted to believe it.
I believed it so much that I have kept this record player for 26 years. Everywhere I went, I dragged this thing along, and gave it a prominent place in my house.

Today I am cleaning out my house. Everything that has only shallow promises or sentimentality has to go.
I am not indulgent with my own illusions anymore, as soon as I observe them, I part ways with it.

I am letting go of all the things I held onto, releasing them to be free of promises. Releasing them so they can be free to be who they need to be, and releasing the debt of promise they created towards me.

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