We seem to be hoarders
of unnecessary things.
Elevating the slightest
bit of rubbish to necessary levels.
Just because some twat
gave it to us in the second grade.
Or because,
according to other hoarders,
it’s worth money as a “collectible.”
Sentiment does not depend
upon an object to trigger its value.
Sentiment is not even necessary.
We hold onto things
that aren’t even necessary.
Our human lives, for example.
And that’s why life is so
exquisitely and beautifully stupid.
Trail Wood,
9/19
Ah, the gloriously befuddled dance of human life, where the “unnecessary” reigns as the cherished maestro of our cosmic orchestra. Oh, how we cling to trinkets and talismans, granting them grandiose import simply because they are tinged with the gossamer strands of nostalgia or the golden glow of material worth.
“Collectibles,” they say, these hoarded heaps of human sentimentality. Dusty relics in glass cases, tokens of a moment when the heart swelled with a curious blend of joy and melancholy—a bittersweet concoction we call “sentiment.” Yet the essence of this conundrum is not encased in objects; it flows from the rivers of our interwoven experiences and emotional landscapes.
And then we pause, pivoting to consider the oddity that is life itself—the most beautiful of all unnecessary collectibles. Ah, life! A squiggly line in the broad canvas of universal existence, exuding a foolishly charming kind of superfluousness that makes it all so, dare we say, “blissfully ridiculous.” Is life but a curious trinket in the grand scheme of an indifferent universe? Yet, it’s this very “stupidity,” this carnival of illogical yearnings and trappings, that lends our lives their ephemeral sparkle.
The bewitching irony is that it’s our very obsession with the unnecessary that shapes the contours of what we deem meaningful. Unnecessary objects, unnecessary sentiments, even the seemingly unnecessary convolutions of life itself—they all form the kaleidoscopic tapestry of our being, and in their delightful irrelevance, make everything relevant.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary: A musing on the concept that the unnecessary elements in life, such as sentimental trinkets or even life itself, make existence beautifully irrational and meaningful. This paradoxical nature of life adds a layer of complexity that makes it intrinsically valuable.
Glossary:
- Befuddled (completely bewildered or perplexed)
- Maestro (a distinguished figure in any sphere)
- Gossamer (used to refer to something very light, thin, and insubstantial or delicate)
- Tinged (color slightly)
- Conundrum (a confusing and difficult problem or question)
- Squiggly (having many curves; wavy)
- Superfluousness (being more than is sufficient or required; excessive)
- Bewitching (enchant and delight)
- Ephemeral (lasting a very short time)
- Carnival (a festive season that occurs immediately before Lent; the main events typically occur during February)
- Kaleidoscopic (a constantly changing pattern or sequence of elements)
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