There is a hole in my pocket. I dare not place anything of value within it. I wonder now what may have been already lost. Have I been giving to the world blindly and do inadvertent gifts of charity count in the light of heaven?
My pants now represent a balanced struggle. Half of what I keep will possibly be lost and the other half will hopefully be saved to be placed upon my dresser in the evening. Does survival of the daily journey make these objects more special?
No, it simply means they survived the day.