In Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, Dumbledore says, “One can never have enough socks.” Socks, such commonplace things that no one really notices them until they are gone and no one seems to ever have enough. No one knows where they go when they inevitably disappear. Socks are metaphors for the little things in our life that we barely notice and only miss when they’re gone, maybe forever. Maybe it’s the stranger that smiles at you when you walk by, maybe it’s the piece of art that has always hung in that one spot on that one wall, and maybe it’s the little things that you don’t really notice until they disappear or stop. It seems logical that you only that you only miss things when they’re gone but sometimes you don’t truly understand or notice things until they’re gone. Like socks, you don’t think about them till they disappear. Entering middle school turned my life into a whirlwind of homework, tests, and clubs that I had never experienced before. The moments of clam that I had all the time in elementary school when I have no work, no homework, no tests to study for, nothing that causes stress, but those moments began to become few and far between. I didn’t notice, I just continued on. I never really appreciated those moments of calm before they became rarer than diamonds. Most people don’t understand the little things that make their lives better, brighter, until they aren’t there to do it anymore. Maybe that stranger smiling at you brightened up your day without you knowing, and maybe that piece of art made it easier to relax in that room.
