My Bike Seat

Someone stole my bike seat.

Despite this sad turn of events, I find myself taking a curious, and almost optimistic view about this incident. The first things that passed through my mind were the thoughts of anguish and mainly, surprise. After a while of self pity I came to quesiton the reason behind this theft.

Why did they want my bike seat?

The first answer to this quesiton came to me as I was walking home from school, while my good friend rode my bike for me: perhaps this thief was a victim. Maybe this thief has had a previous encounter with a thief as well, and therefore decided to replenish his/her stolen items by stealing from others.

There was also the possiblity that the person who stole my bike seat was simply a prank-pulling teenager with nothing better to do with his life at the time.

With a mind full of drama however, I pursued the first train of thought. What I didn't know was that both trains would have eventually came to the same station:

Why steal at all?

The first stop I made was at the monetary issues. Maybe this thief was poor, and did not have money to replace whatever item that is no longer in his possesion. But then I thought about it some more and realized that this was not only a theft, it was a symbol.

This thief was a symbol of abuse, of parental neglect, and of simply bad education. Through years of being the victim, this thief now takes pleasure in confounding and causing misery to others. The objective is to allow him/herself to be able to forget his/her aimless lifestyle for just a precious moment before he returns to his/her heartless house of harrassment, of torture, and sometimes absolute ignorance.

And after making this significant discovery, I found myself sitting back into my comfortable armchair, soaking in all the good things I have around me. One thing is for certain though: there will come a day when my bike seat will be unmovable.

~Kit Han