“When your shoes have character”
He was doing Spring cleaning when he came across his old pair of white hi-top chucks. When he picked them up he was immersed into a flood of memories about his life the past few years.
It made him think about the things that passed through his life without meaning. These dirty white Chucks with the big hole in the left foot and the dirt caked around the out sole were far from meaningless. You could barely see the red and blue stripe. He must have wore them for a year straight at one point. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any other options. It was that he saw the value in The Chucks more than any of the other pairs in his arsenal. Each hole or spot of dirt told a story.
They had a synonymous relationship. It was flawless really. He was always asking too much of them. They were always there for him through any weather or outfit. He and his Chucks were worth more together than they were on their own. They helped him make his tracks in a new city. They were his brother when his family was gone. They were there for him when she wasn’t. They were with him through life and death. Through sickness and health. They had a distinct matrimony. When people told him to “buy a new pair” it was blasphemy. To him each hole was holy. Whether he was walking on stars or through back alleys. Rough days at the beach or wild nights at the club. Through fall rain or ball games. Through complacency and promiscuity. Through stagnation and inspiration. Through baked fish or fried chicken. Through days full of tea or nights full of Hennessy, The Chucks were there.
So he sat in his home, with The Chucks in his lap. With the memories of his life and the miles that he walked in them. The things that he had lost didn’t compare to the knowledge that he had gained. They reminded him of the little things. They showed him that no matter how bad things get, as long as you keep going you will find a better day. The old dirty shoes motivated him more than brand new ones. That’s how you know your shoes have character.