the Glass Jars

There're plenty of 'em in the drawers of my house. Cabinets. I've stored many others in a box. Why didn't I throw them away? Why didn't I send them for recycling purposes? Because all along, I've imagined them being of great use at some point in the future. Because I imagine the day where I'll take them all out, either to give them away or for myself for artisan purposes. Glass Art. Perhaps I can store candies in 'em. Perhaps I'd be inspired & do something creative with it for presents.

Ultimately, I don't want to be discarded at all. You'll never know, when again, there'd be a war or a tragedy & these glass jars would save hungry stomachs & lives! Perhaps I've read enough war stories, viz. World World II, to have these thoughts.

I've always imagine, if ever distaster were to strike where I live, I imagined my house standing. It'd be a haven. I'll empty it of it's resources & everything in it for everyone in need. I can't stand the lifeless things around my house having no purpose yet. Why is it even around anyways? I couldn't bring myself to throw it away; that's because I've watch enough movies to imagine them being "the important thing" at some point in the future. Whether it be to rebuild a computer, radio, automobile, to construct, to repair. What seems to be rubbish now might be a treasure later. Their time has not come...yet.

And the piles of old magazines, that wasn't sent to the recycling centre, might be fire starters for cooking. The boxes of soft toys must be sent to children who have none.

-swt-