Cleanin out my closet

IN my wardrobe hangs a waistcoat. I haven't worn it in years, although I would like to. I sometimes look at it and think maybe I would like to put it on and wear it. Roll back the years. But the truth is, I have probably outgrown it, and no matter how much I might look back on it wistfully wishing I could once again slip into it... the truth is I am highly unlikely to do so.

And still, no matter how many times I clear out my wardrobe, this waist coast remains. I move house, this waist coat remains. I have realised somethings in life, no matter what happens you will never let go, and will always remain in your possession.

And so it is with people in life.