My wife has been gently complaining to me about being too persistent. Yes, I have to accept this; I am indeed overly persistent, especially when dealing with a problem. It doesn’t bode well when it comes to solving life’s problems. Yes, I struggle to let go in some ways.
There was one time I lost my house key in a paddy field. We only discovered this as we were about to head home. We tried to find the key, but since night was falling and it was somewhere on the sandy road, we decided to call it off and head back, bracing for a scolding.
However, my mind didn’t stop there; my heart told me I should go check. I vaguely remembered that I might have dropped it when I took out my keys. The thought replayed again and again in my brain throughout the rest of the night and into the next day.
My wife has told me several times to let it go, as it seemed hopeless to retrieve the key. But my brain just wouldn’t let go. I hate that about myself, but that’s who I am. The next day, I insisted on going back again to check after breakfast.
Though my wife didn’t accompany me, she offered whatever support she thought might help me. The first time I stopped at the lodge, there was no luck. I replayed different scenarios in my mind, trying to figure out how I could have dropped the keys. Damn it, only God knows how many times I replayed the scenario.
I went back to where I took out my keys, pulled over the car, and walked back to the sandy road. A small object caught my eye on the sandy road, sparking my curiosity. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the missing key. I finally found it and sent a photo to my wife. That’s the end of the story.
I was amazed by my perseverance. Unbelievably, I disregarded all the trouble to find a key that could easily and cheaply be duplicated with a spare. Even today, I still can’t grasp the concept that time is money. It seems I’m willing to spend my time searching for something that’s not worth it at all. What do you think?
There’s no conclusion, but I believe this is also because that item (the keys) means a lot to me. Or maybe I was afraid of being scolded by my parents. Though it’s unlikely, humans tend to create stories and amplify negative thoughts.
What do you think? Maybe you can share your thoughts with me?