The Optimism of Lost Socks
Missing is not the same as lost!
Some people have a sock drawer. I have a lost sock drawer. Or more precisely a drawer filled with single socks waiting for their partners to return.
Every once in a while I open the lost sock drawer and run my fingers gently over the contents. I can almost imagine that the socks seem to welcome my attention and encouragement. And that they appreciate my never-ending optimism that someday, for sure, their better half will return to them.
We need this optimism and belief that all will be well, for I am sorry to say that there are some socks in the drawer — poor things — that have not made contact with their missing partner for several years or more.
When we write a list of all the great unresolved questions in the universe, whether philosophical, psychological, religious, or political, I believe the question “where do all the lost socks go?” should be included.
I will never give up on my socks. I am adamant about this because:
1. In most things I tend to be more optimistic than pessimistic.
2. I have the instincts of a hoarder, although thankfully those instincts haven’t taken over all of my living space (yet).
3. I have had many instances in my life when I have found lost socks!
