We lose things just like it happens in a game. We find things, just like we get fame at a game. But sometimes we lose things and we do not find it. It is a norm usually followed that what is gone returns. But often it does not. Often what we lose cannot be found again. Or, even if you get it, it is found in a state that it has been lost, which is far beyond recovery. Like maybe some memory.
At times, we lose memory, and we recover it. But sometimes it also happens that we never find the memory which we lose again. And many a times it happens that we want to lose that memory because it is not something which we want to keep. We do not wish to have it back. What do you do with the memory of the dead? Would you lose it or would you want to find it? What is lost but not found may not be forever lost.
But who knows what happens? In this dilemma between being and not being, between being what requires no finding and being lost, they were to be found. Between take off and landing there exists no mystery. Everything that flies eventually comes to land. Generally it happens that when the lost thing comes to be found it is simply a debris of lost things. Lost. Found. But eventually lost.