Umbrella

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Realization as I leave my umbrella outside the library thinking someone else would steal it:

When we leave things and somebody else gets them, we feel either of the two: relief or regret. Relief in the sense that these things are broken. We normally don’t have to feel the guilt of throwing these things away ‘cause we don’t need or want them anymore. Regret, however, is the loudest of all feelings. It creeps in for we’ve left behind something that might be broken but can still be fixed. And when fixed, it’s something so beautifully made.

Lesson? Don’t leave umbrellas anywhere.