I've had a version of this conversation with almost everyone who knows me well. At the end of the day I'm pretty transparent about my motivations and personal beliefs, and stopped caring long ago if anyone found them ridiculous in any way.
The way I see life and value is too poetic for most, but there are elements of pragmatism in between the pretty words. This is to say that as much as I may talk in analogies and abstracts, I've had enough life experience to share anectodal evidence in the very least to reinforce my point.
Of course, I'm aware of the validity and limited reach of anectodal arguments, but it's within the walls of pragmatic personal truth, that I draw the lines in the sand.
I wonder if most people have questioned the concept of value at some point in time in their lives. Those who have fought to accumulate the mighty greenbacks I'm sure decided, possibly subconsciously on what side of the hill the stand, but nonetheless even the most bohemian of hippies has had internal debates around the subject.
Not everything can be sold or should be for that matter, so breaking down value, specially when it comes to experiential value, becomes not only impractical but painfully subjective as not be translatable.
How much for the sunset? Said absolutely no one, yet not one of us would fail to see it's value. Companionship, friendship and even love, hardly have price tags attached to them, but again, unless someone would argue from the outliers, it's quite difficult to edifice a base price of sorts.
If thinking about these abstracts is giving you a mild headache, welcome to my world my friend. This is one of the big questions I ponder on often. And in this confusing dynamic of value assignment, I find myself constantly shifting the pieces trying to find the ever elusive balance.
So, I'll ask again... Do you question value?
