A small, insignificant act can have a big impact on our emotions or thoughts, and this could even be contradictory, since if it is not something serious or of great magnitude, it should not cause such a strong reaction in us. I think that we consider it "insignificant" because it affects us quite a lot, because we obviously assume that it should not happen to us.
A few days ago, I went out to buy some things in the city center, and taking advantage of some pending errands, I returned home loaded with boxes and bags. I live alone, so when I got home, I tried to open the door without letting go of all the bags, and with some clumsiness, I managed to do so. I put the things on the table and immediately poured myself a glass of water as I sat down on the couch. Less than five minutes had passed when suddenly something popped into my mind: Where are my house keys? After checking my pockets, I understood why that small, fleeting concern had arisen.
I had left it stuck to the outside of the door! I don't think it's the first time, but I don't know why this time it was something that was on my mind all day. I started to imagine what would have happened if, instead of leaving it stuck to the door, I had forgotten it somewhere else, and so I found myself scolding myself for such carelessness. "Do I have memory problems?" That was one of the things I thought, and with that, I spent practically the whole day looking for an answer to something that wasn't that serious.
I'm not one to go to bed early, and I usually spend my evenings writing something for my book or preparing a publication, but that night I couldn't sleep and couldn't concentrate. Suddenly I found myself talking to myself, wondering: What happened to me? Why did I forget my keys? And while I was trying to downplay the importance of the matter, something inside me automatically reawakened my concern. I remember staying up until almost 1 a.m. walking around the backyard of the house, thinking only about that.
What's wrong, Richard? Are you going to go crazy over that nonsense? That's what I kept thinking, with a mixture of amusement and confusion. I also tried listening to some music to see if it would distract me a little, and just when I thought I had it under control, the image of the key stuck in the outside of the door would pop into my head. I should also mention that when I finally went to sleep, I did so with the fear of having a nightmare about everything that had happened.
I'm not someone who gets upset or irritated easily, but that did make me feel a little uncomfortable and silly at times. Even now, as I write about this, I still feel silly when I see how a small oversight affected me in such a way. I don't have any trauma or exaggerated concern about taking care of my keys, and I even laugh to myself when I remember how I felt that day. You could say that what I've taken away from all this is the experience of a fleeting oversight.
To conclude, I can say that right now in Venezuela it is 12:35 a.m., and I am glad to have found a community to share the inspiration that accompanies me on my nights ☺️
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