The Pile of Little Things

Last night, I received a call from my mother. It was around 8pm. She and my father were running errands. In one of those errands, they made a stop at Pep Boys. She told me a dog was on the loose, and that I should call the animal shelter. But the animal shelter was already closed.

For some reason, it seemed to me that she really wanted to save this dog. She couldn’t do it. So, I embarked on a small journey to look for the dog. I asked my sister to come with me. It was about a fifteen-minute drive or less. We searched with little luck. My mother did say a young man seemed to like the dog.

I won’t go into details, but this has been another rough year—perhaps more than others. When you’re in a storm, it’s difficult to maintain positive and hopeful. I retrieve from people and tell them scarcely about how I feel or my issues. Mainly because I think: this could make them uncomfortable, and what can they do? Nothing. Plus, most people don’t want to hear about your problems. They have their own as it is, and most, not all, retrieve from difficulties. It’s understandable. Everyone has their own life and struggles.

The point is, we went to search for the dog. I was quite sad that we couldn’t find it. All we can do is hope that someone took him, or that someone calls the animal shelter if they see him. I might search again today in case I see the dog. Not finding the dog felt like an utter defeat. I just thought, “Add it to the pile of this year’s stressful events.”

Everything feels so much deeper when you’re in a storm. Even unimportant things. I am a big fan of soccer (or football). A referee, in one of the biggest tournaments of soccer, kicked my favorite player out unfairly. He’s off for two games as of this moment. Now, most haters, as I call them, justify the red card. But most professionals, even some of the biggest opponents of the contrary teams, agree the red card was too severe.

As a fan, I was so frustrated. I thought, “This is so unfair.” I thought of all those who have wronged me. I was angry. I quickly had to reset my mind away from such adverse thoughts. Those thoughts are negative and unimportant. I reminded myself that all good things take a long time. Those who are meant to stay in your life do, and those who aren’t just don’t matter because life goes on.

Overall, I hope the dog found a good home. He needed help, and I couldn’t help it.

3 thoughts on “The Pile of Little Things

    1. Sending wishes is great. But when we can do more, it’s simply not enough. I always hope to execute action when possible. In this case, I hope you’re right though. 😔 🌹 Thank you for your comments. ☺

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