Of value

My almost-three-year-old daughter’s enthusiasm about the little things blows me away every time. Today, enjoying her laughter as she swayed back and forth on the swings, I came to realise that there are very few of my possessions that are of worth. That have real value. The lack of which would devastate me to the point of not willing to continue living. Some pieces of furniture, a bunch of electronic devices, a couple items of expensive clothing—nothing that I have paid for once is a contribution to the potential value my life has.

There are, however, a couple of things I would never want to exchange for any worthless rubbish. Things that have shaped me into who I am today. That have a worth of the world to me. The lack of which would most probably strip my existence of meaning and sense. These are relationships, experience and faith.

For me, this little ball of joy I am proud to call my daughter sure knows how to put things into perspective.

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