Believe what you want to believe
Does it matter what others believe? Or what you used to believe?
I’ll make this quick.
In the photo above is a piece of a phone holder (sort of a selfie stick) I lost in December.
It was in the forest and when I realized I had lost it I had already walked a good 10 minutes. I did walk back at the time and looked for it, but it was getting dark and couldn’t find it.
It wasn’t that important.
But I did want to find it. Without that piece, the camera holder didn’t work.
The next morning, I scoured the steps I thought I probably took. No luck.
Yesterday, probably about a month later, I found it.
I thought about it occasionally over the past few weeks, but not too much. Certainly not during the holiday when we were even here anyway. But when we returned I thought it might be fun (and funny) to find.
But again, I didn’t try to hard. Or care too much.
Then I found it.
Let’s go over those steps again.
- I lost something.
- I searched for it.
- I gave up temporarily.
- I didn’t forget it.
- I thought about how it would be nice to find it again.
- I searched hard.
- I forgot about it.
- I didn’t completely forget about it.
- I found it.
I love math. Rational, logical, and beautiful. I’m also a creative writer. I like both structure and freedom.
I appreciate science yet am fascinated by magic.
How did I find my lost piece?
I think it was a bit of both.
Believe what you want to believe.