There once was a rock from Nantucket

So last week I had my daily battle with myself where myself fights with myself over whether myself should do some exercise or not. Finally my pro-exercising self won, and I got up off the couch and got dressed. I had just strapped on my fanny pack and was ready to head out the door when I realized gee, I have no idea where my sneakers are. I looked all over the house but could not find them. I took this as a sign that the universe wanted me to stay home and watch TV.

Turns out my sneakers decided to extend their vacation to Nantucket.

Ruthie was nice enough to return my sneakers to me via mail. But when I opened the package I discovered it contained not only my shoes, but a small rock. I asked Ruthie if she had put the rock in there on purpose and she said no, he was definitely a stowaway.

So now I am faced with a conundrum. How do I view this situation? Do I take it that the rock always wanted to get off of Nantucket and see the world, and has now accomplished his goal? Or do I take it that the rock wound up in the package by mistake, and is desperately wanting to get back to his island paradise?

Not sure how to proceed. In the meantime, I have given the rock a face.