I always use my stuff with utmost care, so when one or few of my possession gets lost, most probably it is not a direct result of my negligence. When things get lost, they usually don’t remain lost. They’re either in the first place, stolen or gets found by another. The old-time adage “Finders Keepers” is an abomination. I imagine that any person who goes by this motto is a piece of shit. Another person’s demise can never ever give another person any privilege. I’d like to think of it this way. Any possession you have, you endow with a part of yourself. It’s likely you worked your ass off into gaining possession of it, sweat and blood. You charge it with sentimentality, a sort of spiritual energy… almost like a horcrux. It’s woven itself around the personality of the owner. And when it gets lost and finds its way in the hands of another, it somehow sustains the identity of its previous owner. The new owner can never truly acquire it, because deep in his mind, even if he abides to the finders keeper mantra, he know he never truly owned it. So beware, don’t be surprised if you get ear infections or become deaf if you use earphones you found in the studio. Don’t try to wonder why you broke your fingers when you used a ballpen you took from the office of your boss. Don’t act frustrated when your computer crashed and file systems rendered irretrievable when you used that flash drive you stole from a friend.