Written in 2015.
There is a quiet reassurance in things that have stayed.
Old coats that still fit the same way. Mugs that feel right in your hand. Books you have moved from house to house without ever really questioning why.
These things do not demand attention. They just remain.
When everything else feels in motion, familiarity can act as ballast. Not because it stops change, but because it gives you something steady to lean against while change happens.
We are often encouraged to chase the new. To replace rather than keep. To discard what no longer looks current.
But some things earn their place through use. Through repetition. Through presence.
They remind you that not everything needs to be upgraded or improved to be valuable. Some things are useful precisely because they have endured.
I have come to trust those quiet constants more as time goes on.
And I still do.