May 15 2015, Friday
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Lost
but not found
At the school office, there is a
big carton labelled “Lost & Found”. Each time, I pass by this box, I would
smile to myself. “How positive is this – lost and found!” How often does this
happen in life – you lose an item and then recover it?
Of course, I know that is not the
meaning of “Lost and Found” as labelled. The carton is for storing items left
unattended and picked up around the campus. Owners with things lost could come
and check if they are so fortunate as to be able to reclaim their belonging.
Last week, I lost a diamond ring
I bought for myself years ago when I needed “shopping spree” as therapy for my
depression. The strange thing was I didn’t feel devastated! It did cost tens of
thousands when I bought it! I might have taken it off when I put on hand-cream
and then forgot about it.
Will I buy another one as
replacement? No, I certainly won’t! In these two years, I have been quite
successful in tuning my mood in face of material losses like the ring in this
case or the illegal parking ticket weeks ago or mental frustrations such as
being accused of things I have never said or being taken for granted etc.
Lost items do not have to be
found. I have far too many earthly possessions to enjoy! Lost hopes do not have
to be lamented. I can always knit new ones! My mood should be at my own
disposal and not in the hands of others. When others treat me well, I feel
blessed and am grateful. That is life’s bonus! When people do not appreciate my
kind words or good intentions, I step back without feeling upset. I don’t fight
back! I don’t try to convince! I am at peace. I’ve done my part.
The diamond ring can be on
somebody’s finger or lying in a hidden nook in my wardrobe waiting to be
discovered! I don’t care!
