Farewell, Victory Saber
I said goodbye to Victory Saber today.
For years, it had been the jewel of my (relatively small) Transformers collection. Even when I’d decided to scale down on the size of my (rather costly) vintage collection, this was the piece I’d decided to keep, and hadn’t expected to let go of… well, ever.
I didn’t realise it at the time, but my sudden desire to purchase old toys during my JC days was probably fuelled by a longing for the simpler childhood days, of happier days when black was black and white was white; or perhaps they weren’t, but I hardly knew otherwise. A time when everything seemed so whole and complete, when leisure was watching the Japanese version of Transformers on Malaysian TV channels. It sounds rather pathetic now, but in essence… I purchased vintage toys as a distraction, to comfort myself with the idea that it was possible to buy objects to replace what was missing in my life.
I guess I’ve outgrown toys now, though. I’ve learned to deal with what life throws at you, and that material things can never, ever replace love. Special as they used to be to me, these items have ended up merely gathering dust in my house, and I’ve figured that with expenses looking to skyrocket this year, I may as well let go of them for some extra cash.
Farewell, Victory Saber. I never planned for this, but it’s just as well, I think.