On Things That Last
Just something that kept coming to mind today. I met an old friend the other day. We’d fallen out of touch and gone our separate ways. We were both gifted watches by another friend of ours at the time. And they pointed out to me, I was still wearing the same watch. I gently pointed out to them, that this watch was a different one, something the better half gifted me just after we got married. This is a white dial, see. The old one was blue. And then we moved on to other things. What I didn’t tell them, was that I still have the old one. It’s battered. It’s scratched. It works. It keeps perfect time. It’s beautiful.1 ...