Today in one of my classes, my professor asked us to individually write down a list of ten things we have lost or found. I wrote down the following:
“ten things I’ve lost or found:
-my aunt’s ring
-my baby teeth
-my belief in god
-a feeling of family away from home”
Half of the things in my list just happened to be material, and the other half are things I can’t hold in my two hands. Out of the entire list, six of the things are lost, and five of them have been found.
It’s an interesting concept, losing things and finding them. The world is a huge place; if only we could shrink it down to a box and rifle through all the plants and trees and find the things that are dearest to us. And it would be equally as productive if we could place in the box all the things that we no longer need (and leave them for a scavenger). But if I could throw away heartbreak and insecurity and all the old books that I will never read, would I? What would you throw in the box? And what would you die to find?