Something that has startled me in my young adult years is the concept that value isn’t timeless; it isn’t fixed, finite nor objectively true. The value one places in a certain object, person or even memory is constantly subject to every day movements; one’s mood, one’s activity and – by extension – one’s knowledge of the world.
Everyone has a view. Everyone has their three pennies, their ‘truth’, their bubble.
Statistics and collective data do not equate to truth. Numbers and calculations do not depict reality. Publications and press releases do not uncover all that is unrevealed.
Think of the faint, dancing flow of a burning candle, the sparkly, iridescent quality of fairy lights or the stark, sophisticated display of house lighting; regardless of its form, light is a fundamental part of our lives.
And yet, so many live without it.
Humans have this fascinating ability to wholeheartedly believe in things that make little to no intuitive sense. From humans of varying skin tones to humans of different genders, we as a species have convinced ourselves that difference means wrong. We’ve been socialized into looking at conformity and the notion of ”normal” synonymously, as if recurring entities are the only method by which we may cement truths.