Usefulness by Kaze
“Would you like a beanie and a scarf?” I ask. “It will get colder this weekend.”
“I’ll take the beanie but the scarf is not that useful,” he replies. He puts the beanie on.
“Where did you learn that?” I ask.
“Oh, from all the homeless that I meet. They tell me to chuck everything else that will weigh me down,” he says with a shrug.
“What did you get rid of?” I ask, not really wanting the answer.
“An action figure of Superman, and a book I was reading about wizards,” he says looking away.
I hesitate to say anything since he obviously feels the loss of his things. He says “It’s okay. I have to be grown up now and make hard decisions or so my mother says.”
“You have to do what you think is right,” I say. “For myself, I find that having something that is fun or beautiful sometimes helps me through the dark spots. I still have a teddy bear that I keep on my table.”
He laughs. “Maybe. I’ll think about it.”
We say goodbye and I think long and hard about the life of a child that is not grown up and needs something beyond merely useful things.
I love things that make me happy. I need to look again at usefulness and beauty.