Value. It’s almost hard to think of the word without a consumer voice: value-priced, value-added, value for your money.
Value in it’s truest sense means to hold dear and to keep precious. It’s a word once meant for our children, our heirlooms, our self-respect. I’m hoping that we might bring it back. How hard could that be?
All it would mean is to hold our values up for people to see. I value my family, my friends, my time with the people I care about. Not everyone has family. Some people are alone.
I value my freedoms, my rights, and my responsibilities, even when they wear me down, because they build me up too. Not everyone can do as I do. Some people don’t get the chances I got.
I value the luck I have to write every day and to be who I am. Not everyone gets to be who they are. Some folks are asked not to see what they see, not to know what they know.
I have a voice and a heart. They can show what values are.
A voice with values is stronger than value-added . . .
A heart with values is more than a precious stone . . .
I’ll value my time and spend it with people I love
because I value them.