The Lost Things

I've been telling myself often about how sloppy I am in keeping things. One of the victims (victims: things I've lost in my own house, in my own room, just because I forget where I kept it) is, unfortunately, a watch that my boyfriend gave me in my 20th birthday. The first reaction when I realize that I didn't realize where I kept that unique watch is: PANIC (but not at the disco). I was feeling so bad to tell my boyfriend that I couldn't find my watch, or rather, his watch (because it's a couple watch -a set of pink and blue watch- and at that time I had his watch, the blue one, and he had the other). I know that my IQ cannot be categorized as superior but when I lost the watch I was sure that my IQ is not even normal. I was idiot!

The watch is just one of the victims. There are still many things lost; Mid-term card, lecture materials, pens, pencils, spidols, whatever. They simply just like swallowed into a blackhole. So...where did they go? Where are the "souls" of the lost things go? Sometimes I'm puzzled by the questions of "If they were just unseen, covered by dust under my bed or anywhere, they should have been found, uh? Because nobody took them, they were still there, I just couldn't find them. But how if they were really gone? Turned into air? Vaporized? With no traces."

It's just little things. Then, when I'm typing this post, I'm thinking about an airplane. Remember the news about an airplane that gone and never found? I'm thinking about that. I'm thinking about my stuffs that gone and never found. Even a big thing like an airplane can be lost without traces.  The lost things is just one of mysteries that sometimes left undone, unresolved.

Ah, humans. This is the proof about how your capacity is limited. How can you claimed to answer all of the questions of science, when you can't even find your lost stuffs under your bed, inside your cupboard?

Only God knows where they are.