We, the forgetful ones — still innocent after all.
This morning, I got a message from my friend:
Friend:
I think it will be — got to the airport, went through immigration and lost passport in duty free, found it after panicking.
Didn’t get much sleep.
Me:
Haha, what an adventure already! 😆
Losing your passport before the flight — classic travel drama!
So glad you found it. Now go enjoy your trip and get some real rest! 🌍
Friend:
Yes, Agatha Christie.
Me:
Haha, sounds like an Agatha Christie moment — full of mystery and suspense at the airport! 😆
Friend:
Death on the Orient Express…
Me:
Haha, sounds like Death on the Orient Express!
But luckily this one had a happy ending — the passport was found! 😆✈️
I couldn’t help laughing.
A lost passport, a brief panic, and a sigh of relief a small story, yet somehow so human.
We live in such a forgetful world now always rushing, always searching.
We lose things, we find them again, and in between those moments, we rediscover ourselves.
Sometimes what we lose isn’t a passport at all,
but a bit of calm, a little hope, or the joy of simply being present.
And maybe that’s life
not a grand mystery like Death on the Orient Express,
but a quiet comedy unfolding in the duty-free aisle,
reminding us to slow down,
and smile. 🌿✨

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