If an object is lost, it means the fate has ended

When I read that Zhang Jiajia wrote in the book, "The easiest things to lose: wallet, keys, mobile phone, umbrella. If you don't lose these four things several times, your life will not be complete." I actually laughed out loud.

It turns out that I am not alone when it comes to dropping things. In the past 20 years that I have been going through, losing things is like a curse to me. Every time I remind myself to pack things properly, but at some inadvertent moment, I still lose them.

Others told me to rely on my memory, and immediately search for the last time I saw this object, and slowly deduce what I can probably recall. And I am the kind of person who has no memory of lost things. I won’t find out until the next time I need them that they are missing.

I only lost my cell phone once, my wallet, keys and umbrella, but I don’t know how many times I have lost them. When I was in school, I lost my meal card at least once every semester. From the initial panic to the final calmness of reporting the loss and replacing it, this is a leap from quantitative change to qualitative change. The most annoying thing is losing your wallet, not because of the amount of cash, but because there must be ID card, bank card, bus card... these procedures are enough to drive people crazy. But even so, I am currently using my third ID card. When I went to the police station to report the loss and replace it, the staff laughed at me for being such an awesome person because I could lose such an important thing casually. I kept losing some particularly important or meaningful items over and over again, and I was very annoyed and anxious at one time. I didn’t know how to change this situation, and of course I was powerless to change it. Until I read someone saying that even if the utensils of true love are damaged and lost, I won’t be upset because my fate is over. Suddenly I let it go and no longer insisted on condemning my carelessness.

When people become separated, it means that their fate has ended. When people and objects are separated, it means that their fate has ended.

It’s just that we are often more likely to accept that fate has not arrived, so that we can at least retain an expectation and look forward to the arrival of fate. It's like just passing by a shop window and seeing an object you like, and your heart will be filled with joy, which hits your heart directly; or in the vast sea of ??people, when you turn around, you will see a smiling face, which also hits your heart directly. The kind of heart. But I can't quite accept the words "the fate is over". The feeling of coming and going, the sudden departure after finally adapting, even if it's just a bus pass, it still gives rise to some reluctance, or maybe It's not suitable.

But, I would rather follow this point of view, treat it well when you have it, and make the best use of it. When the day is lost or broken, probably smiling and saying thank you for your company is the best gesture. .

Maybe I still can’t escape the vicious cycle of losing things, but in the future, I will accept and remedy it more peacefully. I will no longer rush around, which is useless after all; I will no longer be nervous to remind myself that everything will happen.