For whatsoeuer from one place doth fall,
Is with the tide vnto an other brought:
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
— Edmund Spenser Faerie Queene V.ii
I posted earlier about the beautiful little book that had vanished and how heartbroken I was about it. Thanks to several friends urging me not to give up but keep looking for it, I wiped my tears away and went to what I do best—more research. Thanks to the reference librarians and a determination not to give up, the exact book was not only recovered but is now officially in a place of honour beside me as I type.
I cannot remember a time when I was more overjoyed in my entire life. It was an absolute miracle—like seeing a friend you thought was dead walk down the street toward you in a small seaside village and rushing to their embrace just to feel they are really there and well and happy.
The wonders did not cease, for soon after I found a short story I wrote at 19 that I thought was lost forever shoved into a forgotten school notebook pocket. I shall retype it in later for your enjoyment. I was so disappointed that it had been lost I wrote a rough draft one act play based on it, so finding the original spark was incredibly meaningful.
What I learned from all this is that even when it looks like that which you love has been ripped away never to return, it will always come back. Maybe it will not always return in so solid and perfect a way as the copy of the Pearl, but it will come back in some form someday if you only keep hope and dare to dream it will, just as Edmund Spenser reminds in his poetic epic Faerie Queene.