Cleaning My Room and The Value within Life

As I’ve gotten older and been through different seasons I will try and put certain things of my life into order. This includes cleaning my room. It wasn’t too long ago where I was cleaning for the most part my childhood room. Having moved in back home post college/Nashville and realizing I will be here longer than a year I thought it was about time to get rid of somethings hidden up in the closet. Of course this took hours and I was smart about breaking it up inot sections. It is interesting houw much perceived chasos you make by throwing everything off the shelves and onto the floor. Boxes full of stuff from my time at a college to childhood toys. Now once all the items were on the floor and my bags of trash were ready, the fun began.

I would then next separate everything into three sections. The trash, the goodwill and of course what I would keep. Somethings were more obvious than others. It was amazing to see my old millium falcon toy I know longer wanted bring so much joy to a Preschooler who was ecstatct to have it given to him. (thanks mom)

Having to decide what to keep and what to give away was very strange when it came to sentimental items. A lot of things from college that had little monetary value, but brought a found memory or moment to me. An item that spoke to me in someway where I wasn’t sure if I wanted to let go of it. As this contemplation was happening one after another it occurred to me that the value I was putting into these sentimental things was the value I was giving them. I could just choose in my head that these things have no value. I could convince myself that the feeling these items were giving off were not significant past this moment. It was not worth what it was to keep this item around. Even what was possibly instilled in this item was already within me one way or another. I started doing this. Throwing item after item away. Concoius I no longer needed to put value in said item.

I found this extremely interesting this morning. I felt as though I could calculate and put value into items. But, what about the items I cannot put value in? Friends, family and humans alike. I cannot put a value on them or I could put them as invaluable… but maybe to an extent? (lol). I mean if I was in a situation where I could save the world, but friends had to die maybe I save the world? But then my world would be destroyed? Why do I value my friends, but I don’t choose to put my value into them. I don’t say I will or will not value them. I just do find value within them. But, I could also say that about the low monetary items above….

This leaves a thin line between humans and objects and the value we find within them. The idea that humans are divine and have a limitless value to them is a radical idea. A radical idea like many things we take for granted. Do we choose what we value or do values exist and simply experience what they are?

It has to both like everything else in this world. We can choose what we value and we cannot choose what we value. We can choose what we value more than other things, but the value exists none the less. We can choose the price and the item, but the cost it takes from us a sacrifice we do not know. Example, the item costs $10. You can choose to buy it and see how much the price is, but you do not control how much money you make. You may be a billionaire or you may make .01 cent for every year you work never reaching the $10.

I honestly don’t know where that example came from or if it is right. I guess that is why you write. I’m not sure if it makes sense either. I will think more about this one….

Putting value into things

Not having control of the value you put into things

Millium falcon kids love