Lost Things

97. I absolutely detest it when I lose things because it is a testament to my utter carelessness and stupidity. You were there of course when I bawl over such happenings and have even encouraged me to let my frustrations out on the expense of your clean shirt or handkerchief. Sometimes bad things just happen to me for no reason though you always say that it's just material things and to just look at the bright side. When you lose things, it's another matter entirely though. One time, I lost my bag, and all its contents, including my cell phone and an expensive pepper spray for protection that my dad gave me on the front yard of my friend's house. It just disappeared when we went indoors for lunch. She, in turn, found out that many things from her house were missing as well. And that incuded her housemaid. Of course the police were notified and a few days later, caught the thief in her cousin's home. My friend, after retrieving her personal belongings and even checking the underwear of the theif which belonged to her and her sister, then slapped the girl to her senses. Unfortunately, only my phone was recovered since she just tossed my bag and the rest of it in a ditch somewhere. No matter how many hours you searched for my bag in that particular neighborhood, and I was sorry you had to put in such effort for me, they were all in vain. I am glad though that at least something turned up. Strange though, how lost things sometimes become found in the end, coming back when least expected them. I lost your smile for a moment and now have it back. I lost a chance and now have another. I lost a part of myself but found something better, more lasting in you. And all the while, I thought my world was going to end just because I lost that something when all it meant that I was meant for something greater. Isn't that ironic? Isn't life grand? No wonder it is said that one shouln't become so attached to material things, and that we should gather instead, otherworldly riches for our lives in heaven.