I have on my desk a golf ball. It will never be teed up again. This ball managed to survive eighteen holes of golf, not just any golf, but Smoothstar golf. It is now a memento.
I have others. It is sometimes important to have these small keepsakes. They are reminders of special moments, of course they are. We must be able to differentiate between a keepsake and old busted-ass crap. A chain saw you think you can fix does not have sentimental value. A fifty caliber machine gun bullet that you bought at your first gun show, now there is sentimental.
Look around your room. You should have some stuff that brings glimpses of who you are or who you were. Not too much, or your place gets stuffy, so they say.
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