the parable of the lost bike

i lost my bike.

it didnt feel good.

but i should have known better. human beings are just so weird people. they could anticipate, they could preempt themselves. but when it sets in that you're so used to having something around, no matter how much prep you have that you might lose at right at the beginning, you're bound to feel sad.

Ie:

I bought the bike and decided to illegaly park it near the station, of which there is a chance of it being taken away by the city council right from the beginning. 1 mth passed, 1 mths passed, and it was still there. yes there was the occasional warning. but i didnt care, thinking everyday that passes, i'm like squeezing out its worth. after all, i got it at less than 80sgd. i must have made it worth it.

the thing is, i've grown into it. like it or not... if i had lost it right in the first week i was here, i'd have been forced to find other ways, and in that sense when i lose it, i guess it wouldnt have been that painful.

being together with someone. if i was in a relationship that didnt seem like it would work out from the beginning, it'd have been less pain to breakup at the start isnt it. or to not start it at all.
but human beings are just such creatures living in that hope. you cant believe such wonderful things are actually happening to you, but you just still have that hope, that mayb God just chose you... and in that hope, you're brought up to cloud 9...