A post by fellow blogger, knowthesphere titled Diamonds and Pearls , in which he questions, among other things, how we humans assign value, got me thinking about the shiny thing.
A friend of mine to express his feelings for a girl he desired but perceived as out of his league coined the term the shiny thing. This morning while journaling, it hit me that my long term off again almost on again relationship that I finally ended was all about the shiny thing.
We tend to think the need to accumulate useless albeit valuable things is a uniquely human trait but how do we explain ravens and their penchant for shiny things or my cat Dani, who covets pens, and will collect and hoard any one left unattended? (I expect to see her posting her own blog any day now!)
What makes one thing desirable and not the other? Who assigns value? Is beauty just in the eye of the beholder? How do we decide what is shiny and what is not?
When I was a teenager, the horse I rode at camp was the shiny thing, there was no way I could ever have him, aside from the issue of money, he wasn’t for sale, being one of those valuable teaching horses that are born not made and worth their weight in gold. And so though I pined for that big chestnut pony I knew in my heart of hearts he would never be mine.
When I was 20, the universe conspired to allow me to own Sir Michael and I will never forget that “kill me now it can’t get any better” feeling when I signed the papers making him mine. He was the one shiny thing that never tarnished in the years we had together and that experience led me to become a staunch believer in the value of going for the gold.
My latest shiny thing gleamed in several ways (I know there are a few friends reading this who are choking and sputtering as they saw not glimmer of possibility in the whole mess, sorry guys.) First he is a good bit younger than I am, tall, well built, fairly good looking, and races motorcycles. (Be still my beating biker chick heart!) I on the other hand am getting older and less desirable, which was underscored by my recent divorce. He’s an officer in the armed services, makes a darn good income and will be retiring in 6 years at a still young age and on full officer’s pension while I am currently unemployed with an almost nonexistent retirement fund. In addition, thanks to two bouts with cancer, I have scars instead of breasts; did I mention he’s an oncology nurse? Lastly he swears he’s been attracted to me since the first time he saw me 15 years ago and can’t get me out of his mind. You can understand how that might be pretty shiny to someone recently emerged from the darkness of a serious depression!
I also see that cultural and societal forces played a big part. Advertising screams young is better. (And won’t I be younger by association?) Media pronounces me a cougar if I’m attracted to a younger man and cougars are in, though not something to aspire to publicly. (Now that makes me feel daring, and a touch wicked!) Society tells me breasts are beautiful and scars are ugly. (They won’t scare him so I feel safe.) Recent events remind me fairy tales are for dreamers and happily ever after is an illusion. (But he could be the one to prove that wrong and so I feel hopeful!) All fuel to the fire of desire.
I suppose it’s for the best, that once I was willing to really look at the situation in the light I was able to see a lot of tarnish no amount of wishing, hoping or trying would remove.
All too often reality hits once we have the shiny thing in our grasp, up close, there’s quite a bit of tarnish or thanks to the reflection we didn’t notice that there’s no substance under the gloss, or sometimes we discover that it takes all our resources to keep the brightness from dimming and decide that maintaining the luster isn’t worth the cost. Like Dani, we can end up with a pen and nothing to write home about! (Or in her case no way to write home at all.)
The lesson I’m taking from this latest earth school offering is that we all have our shiny things, and like moths to a flame we are drawn to a glow sometimes only we can see. Understanding why we think the object of our desire is out of reach is the heart of the matter, uncovering that truth allows us to judge if what we seek is real or fool’s gold.
Onward and upward
© C A Crossman and Dancing Through Life with Spirit, 2012.
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