We do this all the time with our possessions. We over value them because they’re important to us. We think we can make money out of the possessions we’ve paid “good” money for.
“Good” money. It’s an extremely interesting concept, because money is money. It’s a medium of exchange. Money isn’t good or bad; it just is. And what it can buy us today may not be the same as tomorrow. It isn’t animate. It can’t be mean or callous to us. We can fight against governments for their inability to handle money and control the rate of exchange but at the end of the day we are at the whim of the market.
We call it good money because it was damn hard to earn for the majority of us. But, it’s very easy to spend.
It’s scary to be hit with the realisation that most of the items that surround us cost money that we can never recoup. It makes us feel shame and anxiety. It runs deep. Deep enough for us to stubbornly hold on to possessions that have already lost all their value due to the passage of time.
When we think about our stuff we remember finding “treasures” that we felt at the time would be “worth something”, we remember buying something we thought we could resell at a profit, or something that was extremely expensive at the time, but is now obsolete, damaged, or worn, we want reality to be different. We don’t want to admit we made a mistake especially if the objects have sat in our homes for so long without realising their value and are now unusable AND unsaleable.
It’s easy to look around and remember acquiring amazing things as well as the emotions, hopes, and dreams that went along with them. But, unfortunately the hoard is not careful with our stuff. By its very nature it’s in decay. Unless we purposefully preserve things they WILL get ruined, thus making our efforts to save pointless.