I’ve been thinking about the value of things lately. Most things we consider valuable is the value we give it or the belief in those who set it for us. We value our cars, homes, appliances and all the comforts that come with modernity. We do after all rely on these things everyday. In this sense, I suppose they are valuable and worth obtaining. However, at what point do we begin to depend so much on them that they become an absolute necessity? Instead of contributing to our life as designed, when do they start controlling it?
Just observe the ipad and iphone crazes or when the latest sneakers come out. People will camp outside of stores just so they can be the 400th person in the door. I read a story a year or two ago about a South Korean kid, or maybe he was from Japan, who sold his kidney so he would have the money for the latest playstation. I’ve read stories since the financial collapse where men blew their brains out because they lost their investments and 401K. Some even killed their family before doing it.
Have we become nothing more than the sum of our gadgets, gizmos, appliances, and checking accounts? How can a nation with so much, want more? The latest version. New and improved. Bigger, faster, better. We are on a constant quest to get more stuff.
Those poor people in the northeast lost their stuff. Now they just want to be warm, fed, and secure. Undoubtedly some have lost all hope and perhaps abandoned life. Their identity and livelihood came from their possessions. Others are thankful to be alive. Thankful that yesterday has passed. Thankful they are one day closer to recovering and getting on with their lives. Thankful that heart of theirs is still ticking.
It’s written in the book of Luke “for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”
I don’t know much about the future but I know one day the Coincidence Cavalry will catchup to me. They’ll come to collect. My party, my easy life, will be interrupted.
It’ll go about like this.
CC: You’ve been living well.
Me: Yes I have, thank you. Worked hard for it, too. This life thing isn’t so hard.
CC: Hard? Life is nothing but coincidences running wild inside a timeframe. And you’ve been borrowing a lot of that time. That’s why we’re here.
Me: I’m sorry?
CC: We’re the Coincidence Cavalry. See our uniforms. We’re here to collect.
Me: But there must be some mistake. I’m one of the good guys.
CC: Good, bad, or indifferent, all share the same fate. It’s already been determined. Did you really think this stuff was yours forever?
Me: I don’t know if I can handle what is about to happen to me.
CC: Not our concern. You’re just a name on our list. But let us ask you this: What were you before you had all this stuff?
Me: I don’t know…I guess I was me. You know, the same person as I am now.
CC: Ah. There it is. It’s not like you always had this stuff then.
CC: Then what’s so different now?
*I write these words from my Mac notebook, using super high speed internet while checking the stats of my NFL fantasy team (losing).