Thursday, March 29, 2012
On That Which Has Value
What is it about certain things, perhaps certain people, that make you realize what's important, that make you feel safe?
Is it the abiding strength radiating from within, a calm and unflinching repose when problems arise? Is it that which cloaks itself with outward trappings and values that have withstood generations, that bone deep integrity that makes you feel at peace in the company thereof?
Is it a look? One that has weight to it, a look that has such depth that you feel you could hold it in your hand? Is it a form? One that stays strong, even when tested, the little nicks and scuffs, simply the marks of battles fought and overcome. It's all that and more. It's the promise of dependability, sublime yet infinite, that carries you in its company from the evocable past to the continuing present.
If you lose it, mourn its passing. If you find it, never let it go.