Look at this image. Three wooden drawers, with worn varnish, hand-carved details, and those silver handles that no longer shine like they used to. One of them, slightly ajar. Imperfect. Real.
How many times do we walk past furniture like this without really seeing it? We get used to what's new, what's fast, what's disposable. And yet, there is a lesson here.
This piece of furniture has withstood time. It has held clothes, letters, photos, secrets. It has heard arguments and laughter through the walls. Every scratch is a memory, every mark of wear is proof that it served, that it was useful, that it was home.
Sometimes we are like that half-open drawer. We keep things we no longer need: grudges, fears, guilt. Or we leave half-closed what we want to show.
Today I invite you to open your drawers. Not the wooden ones, but the ones in your soul. What are you holding onto that already feels heavy? What treasure have you forgotten that is still there?
Old does not always mean obsolete. Sometimes, what is old is what reminds us who we are.
And you, what do you keep in your deepest drawers?
