I was thinking today about how strange it is that we spend approximately 90% of our lives looking for things we personally put somewhere.

Keys. Glasses. Phone. The phone we are currently holding while looking for the phone.

And then there are the things we lose emotionally.

Our patience. Our ambition. Our ability to care what someone thinks. The name of the person we just met three seconds ago.

Some things eventually come back.

Some things should stay lost.

Which got me thinking about how much of adulthood is basically deciding what deserves to be found again.

An old friendship?

Maybe.

Your dignity after sending a text you immediately regretted?

Probably not.

The desire to impress people who don’t actually care about you?

Absolutely leave that shit in the lost-and-found.

And somewhere along the way, I think we become less interested in finding everything and more interested in deciding what is actually worth looking for.

Peace.

A good laugh.

People who make you feel like yourself.

The remote.

Because honestly, I can replace almost anything.

But I am not buying another remote.