I collect things. I have a place to put almost everything I collect. Some things are large, while others are quite minute. Yet, all of these things are special to me.
There is no one who knows the importance of each item. Not one. But I do. I have carefully selected each piece and put it in a spot suited for just that item.
I cherish my collection. It has taken me time to build it up. Each piece in my collection is one of a kind. There is this one piece that captivates me every time I view it. I have taken the time and invested myself into it. I know the curves and the bumps and the shape of it. I know the size, the texture and the smell of it from memory. I could build an exact replica of it. Some might say I know it like the back of my hand...but if I'm being honest, I know it better. This one is my treasure.
I met a man today who also collects things. We talked for a while and he said "ya know, I have a friend who can keep all of that stuff safe for you. maybe then you wouldn't have to worry as much. He's the shop keep at "The Great Saver".
Wouldn't have to worry? No constant dread of losing my valuable collection? No fear of damaging these beautiful works? I quickly answered "Where do I sign?".
There was no need to sign anything. I simply needed to go and talk to this "lock-and-key" fellow and work out an arrangement.
It was a quick meeting. He agreed to keep my stuff safe and to watch over it. All I needed to do was leave it to him.
Days later I wanted to go in to admire some of my pieces (I was especially excited about seeing my favorite piece). I walked to the spot where the "lock-and-key" fellow had been to notice something strange. He was still standing behind the counter but all of my stuff was gone!!
"What did you do with my stuff!? I trusted you with my stuff!! You promised to look after this and keep it safe!!"
The shop keeper looked at me and said "I am taking care of it. I have better plans for all of it anyway".
"Trust me", he said.
Trust him? The Great Taker? he took every single thing I hold dear and it's vanished. Gone. and I'm left with "trust me".....
I used to collect things. I had a place for everything. but what's the use, we never get to keep it.
