Of Lost Memories and The Value of Something
Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh and good morrow, readers!
Feeling out of place lately, don't you think? Interesting.
Has anyone ever heard of one theory that speaks about the value of something? Have you ever felt that you treasure something the most when you found it missing in your possession? Have you ever felt that things which are in your possession felt normal, when being compared to the times you wanted the things? Of course you do. Everyone does. I've read a quote somewhere on the net which states:
By that very sentence lies a deep meaning on the value of something or someone. 'Importance' of a something can be measured by the thought you have on the something, the attitude when you have it, the love and the care that you felt on that something. This theory suggested that the value of a thing differs from when you want it, when you possess it, and when you lose it. The value of the thing is higher when you want it and when you had already lost it.
But when the thing that you wanted the most is already in your possession, the value will start to decrease as time goes by. Studies say that you decreases the value on the thing as you felt that you already obtain it in your hands. After that, you start to ignore its existence and start to look for other things to be interested in. Humans get bored easily, especially after a period of time. Then they start to degrade the value of the something to the lowest until they feel like they don't want it anymore.
Once they have discarded or lost that something from their life, that's when they start to search for it and fall in love with it once more. That's when they start to treasure the same thing that they discarded for being bored with it.
Same goes to things or people who you unexpectedly lost. Like me. I lost my beloved father at the age of 14 (in early 2008). I didn't appreciate and respect my father at first, because he was a strict father who would reprimand and hit you when you did wrong. I hated that. I despised that. But then, after I lost him that year, I felt nothing, to be honest. Maybe because I was still young and naive. But after a while (more like five to six years), the lost of a father--a guardian struck me real bad. I felt the lost. I felt the emptiness. I felt numb, then pain struck hard. I cried.
Now, after 9 years, I still miss him. A few weeks ago, I suddenly thought of what my father's voice sounded like. I could not think of it. I could not process the information, because it was lost for a long time. I tried to think hard of how his voice sounded like, yet failed. And it made me burst because I could not remember it. Even my sister said that it's too bad that we didn't record anything of his voice and face (the cons of living in the era of non-technology back then). I cried. Again. And then, the value of a father dawned upon me, hard. I miss him.
It took me a while to recover and thankfully, I did, a little. Now, I'm trying to live my life without needing to shed tears anymore. I'm trying. And hoping that I persevere. Amin.
I guess that's all for my blog post this morning. Hope that you guys can learn a thing or two about appreciation and value of something. Cheerio!
Feeling out of place lately, don't you think? Interesting.
Has anyone ever heard of one theory that speaks about the value of something? Have you ever felt that you treasure something the most when you found it missing in your possession? Have you ever felt that things which are in your possession felt normal, when being compared to the times you wanted the things? Of course you do. Everyone does. I've read a quote somewhere on the net which states:
You'll learn the importance of a thing or a person when it's not in your hands anymore.
By that very sentence lies a deep meaning on the value of something or someone. 'Importance' of a something can be measured by the thought you have on the something, the attitude when you have it, the love and the care that you felt on that something. This theory suggested that the value of a thing differs from when you want it, when you possess it, and when you lose it. The value of the thing is higher when you want it and when you had already lost it.
But when the thing that you wanted the most is already in your possession, the value will start to decrease as time goes by. Studies say that you decreases the value on the thing as you felt that you already obtain it in your hands. After that, you start to ignore its existence and start to look for other things to be interested in. Humans get bored easily, especially after a period of time. Then they start to degrade the value of the something to the lowest until they feel like they don't want it anymore.
Once they have discarded or lost that something from their life, that's when they start to search for it and fall in love with it once more. That's when they start to treasure the same thing that they discarded for being bored with it.
Same goes to things or people who you unexpectedly lost. Like me. I lost my beloved father at the age of 14 (in early 2008). I didn't appreciate and respect my father at first, because he was a strict father who would reprimand and hit you when you did wrong. I hated that. I despised that. But then, after I lost him that year, I felt nothing, to be honest. Maybe because I was still young and naive. But after a while (more like five to six years), the lost of a father--a guardian struck me real bad. I felt the lost. I felt the emptiness. I felt numb, then pain struck hard. I cried.
Now, after 9 years, I still miss him. A few weeks ago, I suddenly thought of what my father's voice sounded like. I could not think of it. I could not process the information, because it was lost for a long time. I tried to think hard of how his voice sounded like, yet failed. And it made me burst because I could not remember it. Even my sister said that it's too bad that we didn't record anything of his voice and face (the cons of living in the era of non-technology back then). I cried. Again. And then, the value of a father dawned upon me, hard. I miss him.
It took me a while to recover and thankfully, I did, a little. Now, I'm trying to live my life without needing to shed tears anymore. I'm trying. And hoping that I persevere. Amin.
I guess that's all for my blog post this morning. Hope that you guys can learn a thing or two about appreciation and value of something. Cheerio!
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| Here's a picture of my late father with my little brother :) |
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