I was going around my stuff that I packed two years ago, back in the time when I decided that I’m done with the corporate world. I realized that I did not check back to this box-load of stuff since I packed it when I exited that world of mine. The sad thing is that, I’m digging this box because I’m looking for a document that will support a stupid system that halted something that I had worked so hard for a couple of weeks. I was feeling upset and frustrated while doing the digging. I realized there are lots of things in this box that I really really love. They are of no financial values. Just the silly stuff that I can’t take away so I just keep them. As I picked and tousled things, I came across some small notebooks where I used to write anything that I can think of at the moment. One of the small notebooks is a favorite since college days. It is covered with my stamp collections and in it are my favorite quotations, prose, phrases and some poems that I personally wrote.