A pair of pink shoes

Shoes... we all wear them, but what do they think about us? Dedicated to my long serving neon pink Vans

At this point in my life, I want to do nothing more than reflect, perhaps do some deep thinking. At the rate Im going, I may be a philosopher before long. But I can not help it, no more than my twin can. I sit here with no one wearing me, with nothing more to do than remember and wonder. The main question that sits on my mind is this: no matter how hard we try to be useful, humans always reject us after we are used up and no longer of value. The crazy thing is that the reason we are no longer of value is because of humans and the things they do to us. 

I, Left Neon Pink-Vans, was created about 2 years ago, along with my sister, Right Neon Pink-Vans, and millions of other Neon Pink-Vans in a giant factory. We went to school, were taught the basics, and mastered them. They seemed pretty logical to us: no matter how long you have been in the back of the closet, strive to be as useful as possible. Then we traveled to our destinations where we were adopted by different people. My sister and I, we were adopted by a teenage girl who upon seeing us said: "ooh, neon pink! I'll really stand out". To a shoe who wanted to be useful that seemed like the perfect girl. 

That is how we ended up at Monika's house. That first year we were worn quite often. The greatest care was taken to make sure we were glamorous. We received white laces that were laced in intricate patterns. Often times, carrying our owner past other, not so glamorous, dusty boots or muddy sneakers, we laughed and chortled at our good luck and their misery. We didnt know that it was better to be dirty and worn, than clean and in hiding.

 But after that first year our luck ran out. We were thrown in the closet, our spot on Monika's feet taken by a new pair of pink and blue DCs that we didnt even want to talk to. Another pair of shoes were also brought that day, a silver pair of Osiris's, but they weren't yet laced and so they stayed with us until quite recently when the DC's were brought back and they were taken out. We were so low, so useless. We were done trying to be useful. 

At that moment, just as I told my twin sister, I was feeling the lowest I could possibly feel, we were picked back out by Monika. Worn to the mountains, we quickly became dirty, but the dirtyness was overwritten by the glee that we felt at being out in the light. We were worn a couple times again to the mountains, and now, we know that those few mountain moments were our crowning days and we will soon be gone. I heard Monika wondering whether to "throw us out" yet. What comes in the days when we leave? We were never taught that.

But on reflecting on my life as I wait for the last day, I see a sort of irony in humans and their personalities. They get so upset when someone "uses" them. But so often they use things and throw them away, before those same objects have lived out their full potential. That in itself is irony and cruelty. If only they realized it...