8 Jan 2018
Scarcity breeds value. Those things which are rare become that which is sought out so prominently. Value follows the be holder’s eye.
Memories often captivate the more tender moments in life because they carry with them that special nostalgic atmosphere. Friendships often have that same potency to reach a special place inside because they are uniquely derived and irreplaceable. They allow for a privileged connection between individuals that permits interaction not found anywhere else, or even in other relationships. They can become more precious than gold. There is no way to place a market value on this. Certainly there are objects of value out there, but simply none compare to that which is accumulated in deep relationship with others.
Some would call these isolated moments (either romantic, or just exceptionally endearing) “magical”. Others would call them “holy”. Either way, few would dismiss such experiences as ineffectual on a deeper level. I’ve heard it said these encounters make life worth living.
But what cant be suggested of these moments and relationships is causality. Nothing worth keeping is ever acquired without a significant cost. Things are simply common until they their value is appraised.
Are there things in life with value that are acquired without significant cost? On rare occasions (if money is no object), but does this mean that all great costs result in scars or unsavory memories? I would conjecture that there are two categories of “hard things”. One is the more commonly understood model of trial by fire. Those experiences encountered that damaged us in some way, and permitted the obtaining of a valuable lesson or possession with the lingering remnant of pain. The other model I would conjecture though is through positive hardships. While in high school, I traveled to many track meets throughout my four years in high school. On many occasions, I felt anxious about the upcoming meets that would require my best physical efforts. It was felt most heavily as I removed my warm-ups and felt my shoe spikes connect with the track. Sometimes it would rain throughout my event, or even the whole meet. I was always expected to give my best. These were hard moments – but good. I hold no lingering pain from these moments, but only the value of being able to participate. I would imagine this is a small example of positive hardships. In approaching the daunting task of proposing to that special girl in life, I’ve heard even the strongest of men buckle under pressure. But they don’t hold any scars (hopefully) from the experience.
It’s been said life lessons only come through hardships. I have always disagreed with this, as somethings (I perceived) were acquired without hardships or anguished that were nevertheless valuable. I have since concluded that though there may be rare cases where lessons of wisdom, expertise, or relational intimacy can take place casually, more often-than-not they occur through hardship. But is pain always a prerequisite for value in life? I think about some class essays I have had to write in the past. While there was a great cost in terms of time and mental focus, I procured no lingering guilt or psychological marring some 6 years later. Hardships show not only ourselves, but others the lengths we are willing to go for the prized object of our attention. These are certainly the more honorable moments of our lives. But hardships shouldn’t have to cause a lingering memory of dread or sorrow to be special, or even sacred. I fact, I would say that If they do, such is a red flag of something at once harmful, or continually harmful in life. Sacred things are worth fighting for, but is embracing the demons that come with them really the seen of growth, or a sign of dependency?