My daughter came home today with the lunch box she lost last year at school. It had been in the lost and found the entire time, apparently buried under some other forgotten items.
Upon arriving home, my daughter worked diligently on her loose front tooth until she lost it. The tooth fairy then had the unenviable job of finding the tooth under the gazillion-and-one pillows my daughter has on her bed, and doing so without waking her.
Lost and found. It's a game we play everyday. We lose our keys, we find them buried on the desk. We lose the remote, we find it between two couch cushions. We lose a number, we find it in an old cell phone.
But what happens when we lose someone, and the finding isn't the problem? You know exactly where they are, but you can't talk or be with them anymore. What do you do then?
You find something else.
Some people turn to things to make themselves feel better, making it their mission to stimulate the economy all on their own. Some people pour their time and energy into the people they love in order to cope. Some people throw themselves into their work as a means to dull the pain. Everyone finds something else. It's the lucky ones, though, who find themselves in the process.
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.”
Dr. Seuss
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