Monday Moaning: Life’s Worth!
This is something that an each of you would answer differently. Particularly since it has to do with the time and where you are at this very moment. Naturally answer will change when we do or our surroundings who influence our way of thinking and feeling. It is a heavy thought at the same time.
We pay nothing to live, it is free but we talk about it and hold it as if it is the most precious. There is only one life after all, it is given to you.
Answering its worth would always be an abstract and virtual view on the past and how it has been so far. The very philosopher in me has been standing still around death. It has been almost a week since I carried my grandma’s coffin to her final resting place.
Life’s worth isn’t possible to be captured in a single answer. But that last bit of the time where the body is still above ground is pretty damn expensive for starters. And sure you can make it as expensive as one feels fit. But who has the last call when one is so silent and cold.
Crows will change to the cheapest to have more money to hold ion the end and these kind of hyenas do exist. I met them shook their hands out of respect but my heart screamed for hell.
A life’s worth can’t be made up from numbers though we try to accumulate as much of it in the currency of preference during our life. Is that the price and again different for each and everyone? How can one judge whether it is worth it or would that always be whether it was worth it? We always look back if we want to grade it with never an eye towards what could be.
Which is pretty simple to understand as we can’t see what will happen. We can only speculate.
The thoughts are pretty dim or dark, but it just been that kind of week.
Would one say that our spending becomes its worth we will see that a life is costing much to maintain. This is just to eat and have something we can say is a respectable life. And here to we see different answers because we all feel that life’s standard is different.
In some parts of the world a life is worthless or just barely enough to breath in the back of a house hidden behind curtains. Wars make life’s less worthy in the eyes of an attacker, though the defender will think no different when they see life being devalued. A price of nickel and a dime.
Not to mention as said last week we consume the money like water. The spending has changed and so our value of life.
One of the last conversations I ever had with my grandparents was about money and the fact things stopped to last. And with my mom today going for a new phone I cringe like the Grinch seeing the prices.
All the money we spend would it make life’s worth any better in the end when we stare into the tunnel of light or a stairway to heaven? Will we burn in the flames of hell? And we spend more and more often than we once needed.
The conversation was about the fact that there was a time we build things to last as these days things being build to break down. Making life worth it.
I might be confused but I am staring at a plaque of my Nonna and the dime in my hand. How long will it last. Whether it is my life or the plaque either one of them will break down at some point as life for sure was not build to last no matter how much we spend to prolong it. But this dime and plaque will end in the same way. They will disappear.
Was it worth it all. This moan and the upcoming bike ride. It may not hold much worth in the long run but for the moment it is everything I wanted and needed.
So if one will excuse me, I will change clothes and get ready to roll and be free which is precious in a life where most things bought are worthless.