forgive me this is just another one of those moments trying to find greater meaning out of trivial things but, but, but — i lost my retainer at a restaurant when i was visiting a friend and right when i realised my teeth are naked we rushed back at 11pm (no avail) and then again at 5am on the next day and they let us search the trash which was unpleasant and smelly and the food was rotting. we found some gloves and started taking the trash apart inch by inch and when we were 60% through, my friend gleed in so much happiness, took out my retainer, and shouted “god is great”. we were very grateful to the employees and just for everything in life. the sun was just coming out like some symbolism to our achievement.
we were walking and she said “we knew it was definitely in the trash, we would regret and lose our peace if we didn't atleast attempt to find it”.
i almost threw up standing too long to the trash can. and i am sure she felt the same, experiencing this not even for her own cause. and i know we would have searched through the waste twice before giving up and booking another appointment for a retainer.
i keep thinking to myself — what if all good things in life are like a retainer on a restaurant’s trash can? god it is going to suck to find it. but we know it's in there. we just need to be persistent enough.
