For what its worth
Mankind as a whole has a serene issue with discerning worth. We are taught lessons of value both in schools and at home, but never are we estimated to comprehend the weight of the concept. Maybe our teachers and peers never really understand the idea themselves though; the general view revolves around constant and fixed subjects of conjoint attribution in regards to objective and personal values. I have a problem with involving any sense of plural notions when we’re dissecting worth. A situation or an objects value is derived from the individual, never the majority. Some might disagree and say that there are things that are important to groups of people, but I’d have to arrest them, as they are sadly mistaken.
The entire concept I’m rendering is here in its effigy, as the acuity of worth is sanctioned from the individual, often in the form of perception and re-projection. I’m going to be quite frank and say that God has value to me, but just as a concept I add value because I connect and assimilate things with the notion, not because I am part of any religious group or because I consider myself Christian, Muslim or Buddhist or whatever. God can be JUST God, depending on the individual, and as value is individual, so is the rendering. Catholic Christians believe in a common God, but what they treasure is not the same thing, it’s the assembled conundrum of things involved in the object. God is just a word with things we relate, as it is with family and love. We see them differently, and none of them REALLY matter in an existentialistic and physiological sense where the biological entity of the body’s survival is already justified. When you break anything down to the smallest possible particle, worth is what you have left. What is this, and what or why does it matter to me?
This might sound very dystopian and analytic, but trust me, it is all for the better. When you realize that your way of viewing the world is so biased on your values, you understand that everything you think about everyone and everything you see that day is subject of falsification, because you don’t actually know shit. You can be as intellectual as you want, but in a social context, the world is beautifully created in a diffuse sense of belonging to something, when the truth is that you belong to the idea and a shared conception of that something’s value. When everything is said and done, in a world where we don’t know heaven from hell, values are there to define you, but only because you define your values yourself as a result of projection.
I have to say I’ve held a little back here, because the entire concept is pretty tough to talk about without treading on both dreams and toes. I guess I exemplify in a sense that some of my dearest can relate to. I love shoes, so much that you won’t even realize it. If I won the lottery and my mom weren’t around, chances are that 102 % of the prize money would be spent on shoes. On the other hand, I understand that shoes are just shoes. Yes, I realize this is ridiculing the problem a little, but the essence is the same. Even as much as I love a new pair, the aesthetics of the entirety, I see that these are just values projected by me through forces I can’t even begin to comprehend. And the sad and funny part is that this goes for absolutely anything you can imagine, even as to your thoughts from reading this text. Do you like or dislike? Why do you enjoy it, or why do you find it dreadful? Is it the language, is it the subject? Do you enjoy reading, did your parents teach you to value it as they do, are you dyslexic or relate reading to intellectual shmuckery, are you not too fluent in English or have you already thought in the wakes of these matters before? I can’t really force you to understand the process, but please realize the importance of the word “why?” Socrates demolished an entire world with this process, and discovering through logic (never forsaking the spiritual aspect) what we seem to forget to remember every damn day.
I just wish I could engage in conversation with each and every last human being on the earth, with all the time I could ever want at my disposal, to learn to know everyone. If you think about it, it sounds boring as hell hearing 6,5 billion versions of the same story, but doesn’t it sound rather beautiful to hear 6,5 billion endings to the same tale? This is something I value because I value you, regardless of who you are. I might not measure your worth positively, but you certainly have a value in the entire scheme, and thus I respect your existence besides mine, and the fact that you might hate shoes and Lupe Fiasco, and that you’d rather eat vegetables than meat and think that blue is a prettier color than red. I still care for you quite unconditionally, and even though my love is just yet another measure of value, it’s the essence of what we are, beings predisposed with a possibility to discern these things. So the next time you hate your next man because he’d rather vote right-affiliated than left, understand that you know nothing, and that you are rendered helpless to judge, because in the end, it is just word against word.
