#284: An Insignificant Thing

It’s in the small details where all things that truly matter exist. Those tiny details that you are embarrassed to talk about. Like how angry you get when you can’t find that white bandanna that you really really love to wear because it makes your face look brighter and more beautiful. And like all the blames you do in your mind, hitting everyone who lives with you, because somehow they are responsible for making you lose it. And then the decision you take at this very moment that you shall not tell anyone about it to go to buy a new one that looks exactly the same. And so you feel a hell of a burden for that one more errand added to your list of things you want to do. And the world then feels like the scariest of places where you are left abandoned.

“Why am I here?”, you start asking yourself. “Is this how everyone feels when they lose something they love? Is it even worth all those feelings and thoughts?! Or am I just exaggerating? Because I am so spoiled and ego-centered?!”

You feel bad for how angry you are for losing such an insignificant thing. You hate those who are closest to you, because they actually sometimes have to mess with your stuff; it’s a thing that comes with your relationship package. And you feel sorry for yourself for not being able to express that out loud because, well, what will they say about you! A misery! So you take it all on yourself, put all that load on your shoulders, and carry it proudly; you now have one more excuse that proves how stressful life is.

When a plain piece of cloth that you got attached to went missing!