How could we find ourselves if we didn't get a little lost first? Some of us fell off expensive peacoats. Some of us were discovered in the street, scratched but sturdy. Some of us are stuck in the bag we came in, extras for just in case, while the shirt we came with lives its life out in the sun. And so we sit, lost but found, together. We share our stories with our lost companions, and we find ourselves in our sharing. And we hope, if we ever get lost again, we might then find ourselves in another bucket.
She chased luck her whole life. She spent her days searching for talismans and her nights locked up in her burrow rearranging them, as if they demanded all her attention. The walls and surfaces piled high with luck to keep her safe, to bring wealth, to force love into her life. She was so afraid to fail that she failed to live. She shunned her friends, she shunned her family. She stopped eating. She stopped thinking. Nothing meant anything if she couldn't gather just one more object that held the luck she so desperately craved. Just one more leafy clover.
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September 2019
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