Echoed Memoirs.

"The saddest thing about human nature is that we must trample on others in order to elevate ourselves."

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It was all he could ever ask for. A glint in its glossy blue eyes, and limbs which imitated nothing but strength and masculinity. It was his perfect role model.
"Don't wear him out, now", the boy's mother smiled upon her beaming child as they got into the car. She handed her the keys and he raced into the house and into his room, ready to play with his new favourite toy.

Hours had past, and he still wouldn't let go of his toy. He brought it to dinner, and sat the toy right beside him on its own stool, and even served him with its own plate and cutlery to eat from. Of course he knew that it was only a toy, but he envisioned it all nonetheless. His mother simply smiled and watched him as he zoomed his spoon around the toy's mouth, before placing it into his own.

The very next day, his mother had dropped the boy off to school, hand in hand with his toy, running through the school gates to get to his mates on the playground. All the other kids were in awe of this fabulous toy, and the boy lifted it up in proud ownership. Together, they declared that their new group leader was the boy and his new toy.

Weeks past, and the boy still loved his toy as always, but spent less time with it. Each day, he would go home, and greet the toy, but neglected to take it off the shelf instead turning his interests to a new amusement: playing the guitar, after witnessing an astonishing video on Youtube of an unknown artist shredding away at this wooden instrument. Sometimes he would sit on his bed and play a song or two to his toy, before placing the guitar neatly next to his bed, and snuggled in his sheets, ready to wake up bright and early to practice his newly founded talent.

A few months later, and the boy no longer doted upon the poor toy. It sat there, on the top shelf in his bedroom, severely worn from play, and dust settling in its cracks. "Mum, can you please throw that out. It's taking up too much space," and his mother would look upon his son with a dismal smile, and took the toy away. The boy forgot about it ever since.

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What a shame it is when something that once convenienced you now only acts as a burden, tedious and bothersome. Stupid things that inconvenience you so should disappear out of your sight. And rightly so.

It sucks that your toys leave your heart guilt-ridden and your mind tormented. It sucks that they cling to you, especially when they clearly don't deserve you, and with sad, glossy (or is it watery?) eyes, they look back on you as you send them away to alleviate your burdened heart.

LOL, Sarah.
You just proved me right.