When I receive a gift, opening the box is but a preliminary action, and taking joy in its contents is but an opportunity for understanding and appreciating the gentle intangibility of emotions behind the tangibility of the object itself.
It’s a defining moment. It gives me an insight into the person who has done the gifting. It’s a window into their soul and I want to immerse myself in this experience, a result of the generosity of friends or family, strangers or visitors – the one who has bestowed me with this offering. The who, the why and the what or what for, these are questions in my reflecting mind.
I think about the time, energy and thought spent in the selection of this gift – matters relevant to my inquiry. What follows is the insight into the individual/s who chose a few moments of their life on earth to make me happy.
The perception of value goes beyond monetary analysis.
Here, I present my perspective.
If someone wished to give me a gift, my heart would veer perhaps towards a handpainted or sculpted artwork or an embroidered fabric, or perhaps a plant that could grace my backyard. Or perhaps an activity of delight – a cooking class or strawberry picking would entrance me far more than a watch, chocolates or a bottle of wine. Let me stress that this is a personal choice.