Keep Holding On/All the Times We Had Together
I lost my phone over the weekend. I hadn't realized how much I relied on it until I couldn't readily pull it out of my pocket whenever I needed it. I can't even send a text to my best friend.
Yes and no, I am/am not composing a post based entirely on the fact that I really miss my phone.
This (among other such incidents) have made me realize I need to hold onto the things that matter to me. If I take better care of it all, I may not lose it. If I'd put my phone in my bag after I left it on the counter (the cashier oh so kindly ran after me and gave it back; yes, I am pretty stupid), if I'd learned from my mistake, I never would have lost my phone.
You make a lot of friends in school. Most people make a lot of friends in school. I made a lot of friends in school. And I met a lot of people that I don't count as friends, but still thinking of them makes me smile and reminisce. I haven't kept a lot of those friends. It's sad to know that everyone was right: you really do lose touch after high school. I'm hoping they're right about college: that the friends you find in college stick with you. But I'm not so sure they will.
There are a lot of things in life you think are really important. To some people, grades are important, almost more important than anything else. Others think friends are important, family, the memories, television, music, books, hobbies, learning, education (because they're really not the same). The point is, whatever a person thinks is important, it is a lot easier to hold onto it, then let it go and try to get it back. So you've got to hold into it, before it's gone and you have to find it. Just keep holding on, no matter how tough it gets.
I've spent most of today calling people and asking if they've found my phone or if someone turned it in, and trying to come up with some other way to locate it. I've looked for it multiple times with the Find My iPhone app, which has been so handy the other times I've dropped it or just can't find it in my mounds of clutter. Even though we've known for hours that it's off and the location is not to going to refresh until it's on. I don't know what to do, or how to get it back. But I want it back. So, so badly, I don't even mind having to talk to people I don't know. I just want someone to be able to say, "Oh, yeah, someone just turned it in, how do you want to get it?"
But it's never really that easy, is it? Whether it's a friend you've lost touch with, or the necklace your great-grandma gave you before she died, you can't just call someone and have them tell you it's going to be okay, that your important item will be returned to you posthaste. You've got to worry, and get frustrated and angry. You've got to cry and find hope, then cry a little more when your hope isn't realized. You've got to eventually accept that whatever it is you've lost isn't going to come back. That sometimes you've just got to let it go and move on, try to find something else to transfer that empty importance to.
But you know what? Eventually it will be okay. You just can't see that now because you're right in the thick of it. Eventually the sting will soften, and the loss will fade. Eventually that important thing you thought you lost, will be found again, whether or not it comes back in the same shape it left.
Yes and no, I am/am not composing a post based entirely on the fact that I really miss my phone.
This (among other such incidents) have made me realize I need to hold onto the things that matter to me. If I take better care of it all, I may not lose it. If I'd put my phone in my bag after I left it on the counter (the cashier oh so kindly ran after me and gave it back; yes, I am pretty stupid), if I'd learned from my mistake, I never would have lost my phone.
You make a lot of friends in school. Most people make a lot of friends in school. I made a lot of friends in school. And I met a lot of people that I don't count as friends, but still thinking of them makes me smile and reminisce. I haven't kept a lot of those friends. It's sad to know that everyone was right: you really do lose touch after high school. I'm hoping they're right about college: that the friends you find in college stick with you. But I'm not so sure they will.
There are a lot of things in life you think are really important. To some people, grades are important, almost more important than anything else. Others think friends are important, family, the memories, television, music, books, hobbies, learning, education (because they're really not the same). The point is, whatever a person thinks is important, it is a lot easier to hold onto it, then let it go and try to get it back. So you've got to hold into it, before it's gone and you have to find it. Just keep holding on, no matter how tough it gets.
I've spent most of today calling people and asking if they've found my phone or if someone turned it in, and trying to come up with some other way to locate it. I've looked for it multiple times with the Find My iPhone app, which has been so handy the other times I've dropped it or just can't find it in my mounds of clutter. Even though we've known for hours that it's off and the location is not to going to refresh until it's on. I don't know what to do, or how to get it back. But I want it back. So, so badly, I don't even mind having to talk to people I don't know. I just want someone to be able to say, "Oh, yeah, someone just turned it in, how do you want to get it?"
But it's never really that easy, is it? Whether it's a friend you've lost touch with, or the necklace your great-grandma gave you before she died, you can't just call someone and have them tell you it's going to be okay, that your important item will be returned to you posthaste. You've got to worry, and get frustrated and angry. You've got to cry and find hope, then cry a little more when your hope isn't realized. You've got to eventually accept that whatever it is you've lost isn't going to come back. That sometimes you've just got to let it go and move on, try to find something else to transfer that empty importance to.
But you know what? Eventually it will be okay. You just can't see that now because you're right in the thick of it. Eventually the sting will soften, and the loss will fade. Eventually that important thing you thought you lost, will be found again, whether or not it comes back in the same shape it left.
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