My last written post was a more or less incoherent appeal for stories where only happy things happen to the characters of a story. I wrote this because I’m tired of my frail little emotions being torn to shreds by the dramatic demands of the popular series of the present.
I was under a bit of an emotional strain when I wrote that post. Not that I’m apologizing or retracting what I had said, but I wish to give my words a little context. I have just been through a medical ordeal that has put all of my emotions topsy turvy, and I just finished watching Stranger Things for the first time, which was even worse.
Watching a show about friendship and peril gets a person thinking about their own friends and family, and how blessed they are to have such wonderful people in their lives. It’s true that I can’t say this happens to every person, but it happened to me.
It’s a strange fact of life that because we are blessed to have a certain thing, that thing keeps keeps us from realizing that we are blessed. It’s a simple leap of logic, really. We could only realize what a blessing something is if we didn’t have it. For instance, because I am an American who has never lacked the basic necessities of life, I can never fully appreciate what a blessing it has been to have access to clean water. No matter how hard I try, there is nothing I can to do truly sympathize with an African child who only dreams of having the simplest faucet in their house. Or of even having a house at all for that matter.
In the western world, we tend to assess the value of all things using money, despite our repeatedly loud protests against such a value system. Judging everything by putting a price on it is simple and easy. It makes decision making easier by simply attaching a number to an object or experience. This quantification is not bad in itself, but it is misleading. When we attach a tag to everything, we forget there are things of value that cannot be quantified.
I have good friends who have been with me through Jr. High and High School, with few rifts and divisions between us. I have always been surrounded with a loving and supportive family. These are things that money cannot buy.
Lord Alfred Tennyson once wrote that “Love is the only gold”. I agree, but I wish to make an addition.
While everything in the world can be replaced by money or bought with it, this shows that these things, cars, houses, jobs, education, fame, popularity, fortune, etc., are cheap. Loyal friends and loving family are beyond price.
If you have these in your life, take the time to appreciate their value.
If not . . .
April is National Recycling Month. A month such as this (or any month at all for that matter) is perfectly suited for efforts to repair bridges between estranged friends and family. Use this month to bring you closer to those that you love, or, to find someone new that you can open a new relationship with.
Remember, although the world be filled with gold, only people are precious.
Dang, I’m emotional. Thanks for reading! Come again soon, I promise I’ll have something funny later. -BW