Life holds unexpected ways of teaching us important lessons. Of all places, I never thought to learn one here.
The familiar smell of leather, plastic, and rubber filled the air as I stepped inside a used shoe market. Colorful rows of pre-owned footwear stretched before me with each pair hiding a mysterious past. Despite being pre-worn, most of them appeared as if freshly manufactured from the factory while others showed signs of wear and tear patiently waiting for a second chance.
I had no intention of visiting these commercial stalls as they were located on the way to my main objective: purchasing local fruits. I decided to quickly venture inside anyway. As I strolled through countless piles of sports shoes, sneakers, sandals, and related accessories, my attention was initially drawn to the people operating the businesses instead of their merchandise. These market vendors (probably middle-aged adults) were relentlessly persuading potential customers passing by in the hopes of making a sale. They were clearly well-versed in promoting their products as their loud voices blended well with the clashing sounds of shoe soles being tested by customers and the footsteps they produced on the rugged floor.
One dimly lit corner caught my curiosity - a pair of brown leather shoes! It rested silently inside a cardboard box, quite polished, and almost mistaken as brand new apart from a few scratches on one side. I picked it up, caressing its smooth leather material while checking for other defects.
“Excellent choice!” The stall owner said - a woman who was most likely in her early 60s. “That pair belonged to my dear cousin who was a government employee, worn for as long as I can remember inside our city hall, but still durable as you can see.”
“A public servant, really?” I smiled because of her friendly attitude.
She nodded, wiping her sweaty face with a small towel caused by the prevailing weather’s high humidity. “Do you know that these shoes keep various histories with them, interesting tales that make them unique? Every pair has participated, in one way or another, in someone’s existence. Some in workplaces, some in homes, churches, malls, some even on streets where previous owners were lost and had no idea where to go. Who knows who they’ve been involved with, right? My point is that they’ve all been part of someone’s legacy.”
Her powerful words stuck with me as I continued checking out other pairs. She was surely correct - these pre-loved shoes were obviously embedded in people’s journeys, challenges, and triumphs. A pair of basketball shoes, for example, may have contributed to a player’s victory at a varsity tournament. A pair of high heels may be responsible for winning a fashion pageant for its beauty queen. A pair of rubber shoes may be instrumental for scoring the top spot in a running marathon. Regardless of whether their contributions to the previous owners were sensational or not, they were still part and parcel of an individual’s personal voyage.
While trying out other pairs, I also noticed and overheard a male kid wearing his school uniform together with his grandfather who was negotiating with a nearby vendor. He was barefoot on the dusty floor after throwing away his last pair of damaged slippers to the garbage bin. His grandfather was desperately begging for a good bargain as he couldn’t afford the expensive price set by the seller. His limited budget was nevertheless accepted without hesitation by the stall owner - a generous deed that made me shed a tear.
This humble gesture of kindness, though modest, was truly extraordinary - celebrating a profound meaning worth acknowledging. It suddenly dawned on me that this improvised warehouse wasn’t just about old shoes being sold to buyers, but on the contrary, was about regular people out there who deserve second chances in their lives.
I realized that this interesting metaphor also applied to my very own life. In fact, there were certain moments that I felt unappreciated, unrecognized, even to the point of being betrayed - let alone rejected. As a result, I felt that I was deprived of my life purpose because my core values had suddenly vanished. However, just like these recycled footwear, I was offered another priceless opportunity for starting over - to grow, to serve, to make a difference. Does it make sense?
At the end of the day, I eventually bought that pair of brown leather shoes. It not only suited me comfortably, but also stood as a significant reminder about the imminent flaws in our lives. We’re definitely far from perfection, and just like this used pair of shoes, we must always move forward despite the scars, trials, and failures encountered along the way.
I usually don’t buy second-hand shoes. However, I was absolutely grateful I did - leaving that marketplace with a valuable life-changing experience to cherish forever.
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