While walking back from the farmer's market today, I dropped 15 dollars somewhere in the small stretch between Church Street and Shepard Labs. I went to-and-fro that path a couple of times to check if the cash was lying there somewhere - but, alas, it wasn't.
I gave up on it and went back to work in CharFac. About an hour or two hours later, while finally coming back from CharFac, I walked with my eyes on the path filled with hope that maybe this time, I'll find the lost notes. No luck this time either.
While I am OK with losing a small amount of money, I am afraid that from today onwards every time I walk back from CharFac to Amundson, I'll look down at the path hoping to find my lost cash. Sometimes I'll spot a leaf or some other green piece of paper and it'll get my heart all pounding fast. But, the ghost of the lost cash will never come back to life.
It's so difficult to get rid of the past - the ghosts and the baggage always follow us wherever we go. Things we lost turn into ghosts, things we didn't, get locked up in baggage that we are doomed to carry with us for the rest of our life. Those are the two forms that all failures in life take up. Success like a smooth scented breeze flows away, leaving a faint fragrance for just the tiniest of the moment. Devour it then, or let the ghost follow you forever in silence.
I have to write a story about this!
I gave up on it and went back to work in CharFac. About an hour or two hours later, while finally coming back from CharFac, I walked with my eyes on the path filled with hope that maybe this time, I'll find the lost notes. No luck this time either.
While I am OK with losing a small amount of money, I am afraid that from today onwards every time I walk back from CharFac to Amundson, I'll look down at the path hoping to find my lost cash. Sometimes I'll spot a leaf or some other green piece of paper and it'll get my heart all pounding fast. But, the ghost of the lost cash will never come back to life.
It's so difficult to get rid of the past - the ghosts and the baggage always follow us wherever we go. Things we lost turn into ghosts, things we didn't, get locked up in baggage that we are doomed to carry with us for the rest of our life. Those are the two forms that all failures in life take up. Success like a smooth scented breeze flows away, leaving a faint fragrance for just the tiniest of the moment. Devour it then, or let the ghost follow you forever in silence.
I have to write a story about this!
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