Sometimes we need to take a step back and assess what is most important in our lives and what we are grateful for. Those shoes and bags, those houses and cars, will they really matter in the end? Are we going to remember them in the long term? What is going to live in people’s memories of us once we’re gone? Does something valuable even have a price tag; is it free? Living in a material world, it is easy to believe that material objects bring us happiness, and sometimes they do and I’m not judging anyone for that; we’re all guilty of (or at least privy to) it. Perhaps the value of something is how long it takes us to earn it, how much we want it and how much we are willing to sacrifice for it. Perhaps the value of something is determined by its contribution to how we will be remembered: how we always helped people, how we were always smiling, how we took chances and opportunities and strove for what we wanted from ourselves. Maybe the value of something is whether we’d grab it in the event of an emergency or whether we would hold onto it at a time when we felt loss. Maybe the value of something is that which is irreplaceable or something we could easily lose. Perhaps what is valuable is that which makes sense at times when nothing else does. Maybe something is valuable if we cannot see it or touch it, only feel it. What is valuable to you?