when you lose something.

and i actually think, that if i have this little plastic object in my hand, my life would be better.

How ridiculous is that?

How could that piece of plastic make my life ANY better? sure it may make it easier, but does translate to better? I am operating now in a system of ease and of streamlined ability, and to exist outside of that very streamlined and efficient manner is to life in a state of suspension. You can always believe that things will be better, if only something were slightly different, but that is an empty dream.

And to lull and moan over how something could've been done differently, is to bemoan the fact of the reality of the now.