Not all beauty has a cost. It is the things, people and places which do not have any associated, attributed monetary measurement of worth that are the most valuable. This is why we are all, in general, so unhappy – we place value in altogether the wrong things. We spend our lives chasing meaningless token of success and prestige but they never, ever fill the emotional vacuum we carry around like a flaccid, deflated balloon. No one really discusses this – to do so would be a kind of heresy against the theology of superficial meaning and purpose that we have sprayed across the world, more like vomit than gold dust. It’s not a particularly happy thought, but it is true: the more we attach ourselves to external things, the more fragmented our emotional and cognitive worlds become, the less we ourselves ultimately become.
