museum

worthiness and beauty are very important when considering a piece of art.

worthy, worthy, worthy. is it worth something? will it contribute to my apartment in a greater way or will it not make even the slightest ripple in the way things are done? i'd like to think that i could buy a painting and when i look at it, i am inspired to create, to live, to become a better me. i'd like to think that the work of art i invest in will actually impact me in a way i won't soon forget.

beauty. even if it's worth the money, who would want an ugly painting? but that's quite self-explanatory, don't you think? i mean, nobody gets inspired by something they can hardly look at. and beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. my trash/get-this-piece-of-wannabe-art-away-from-me is another man's treasured and cherished beautiful prize. so really, the beauty of it is quite subjective.

anyhow, the trick is in the appraiser's hands. they get to tell me how much the piece of art is worth. they can lie to me and tell me that it's worth nothing, or they can give it more value than it's actually worth because of the potential they see in it. sometimes, a piece of art doesn't really become beautiful until longer down the road, and that's why it's a good investment sometimes to just go ahead and set your heart to save up for the painting while it's not as costly. you just hope that it doesn't take all you have for absolutely no return. that appraiser can use his thorough knowledge of the work to tell me exactly what it's worth.

i guess i should just get to the question.
who is appraising my life?
it's most absolutely my choice. i'm the one who decides who i allow to give me my worth. am i going to give it to him, the one who broke my heart, or Him, the One who mends it and makes me whole once again? i have to decide who i will love more fiercely and whose voice i will allow to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. the applause of man is unreliable, but there is One whose love for me is thoroughly consistent. i'd much rather be given too much worth than not enough. say you didn't love me, but He did and that's what i'll hold tight to for the rest of my life.





...my brain is thriving on analogies.