Worth While

January is such a cold grey month that it makes me want to burrow under the covers and hibernate there until winter is over. I don't know if it is just me, but I seem to get so cold sometimes that it is all I can do to function on a basic level. I don't have oodles of money to be able to keep my thermostat at a toasty level, so most days when I am not working I simply wrap up in a blanket, hunker down, and ride it out. I'm not complaining so much as wondering how our forefathers did it. When your survival depended on getting up and making a fire, and feeding the farm animals, and caring for your family and your house, you had no choice but to get out of bed and do it. I wonder if I am a soft and flimsy product of human breeding, or if I could rise to the occasion when presented with the challenge. In either case I am not likely to find out unless I suddenly decide to take up farming in the middle of nowhere with no modern conveniences.

I recently saw some comments online in which people where arguing about the cost of getting celebrity autographs and pictures. One person was complaining that it was way too expensive and said he would never pay for it. Then he implied that other people would be stupid pay the asking price. Here is what I think about the subject. Just as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, value is also in the eye of the beholder. I don't condemn anyone who sees more value in an object than I do because to that person the value of the object or service is so high that it almost doesn't matter what the price is. It becomes less about the money and more about the happiness that the objects brings.

I learned about different values of the same object when I saw a man on t.v. who was a hoarder. He had a love for cooking implements that would make him seem crazy to most people. When a counselor asked the man to picture another person owning and using one of his pots, his actually got very emotional.

This is an extreme example, and obviously it is not healthy to become so attached to objects that your house becomes filled with them, or you spend all your money acquiring them, or they disrupt your relationships with other people. But it is an example of how much happiness a person can get from an object. As long as it is not doing any harm, why judge what makes others happy? Possessions may not be the most important thing in life, but they sure can make it a little more bright. So why deny others their delights just because they are worthless to you?