Albert Herdianto Widjojo
This is my second time talking about buttons. Well, this time I did it in the context of my contribution to the Macro Monday Challenge. Of course, I will say something else about the thing.
We know that buttons are small, simple but important. This object functions and becomes important for the clothes when it attaches bound there. In certain circumstances, the bond between buttons and clothing has some similarities to ourselves. You will definitely answer that clothing is more important than the buttons if I ask which is more important between the two. But under certain conditions, both will become obsolete, maybe no longer used if the buttons are gone. People will only see the clothes we wear, and will not pay much attention to the buttons, but if it is lost, people will notice something missing, right? So the buttons that don’t attract too much attention are able to determine the life of a garment. Isn’t in certain circumstances, on a certain side that the situation is somewhat similar to us?
Imagine our invisible, even we unaware, souls tied to our physical and mental bodies. As long as our soul is in place and able to show its presence sufficiently, people will pay attention to ourselves as clothes, but when the soul is not in its place, in various meanings, our existence is no longer worthy to considered as of importance, to be calculated or consider.
On the other hand, what distinguishes us from clothing and buttons is that we are the soul with many layers of clothing, while clothing is a piece with a few or many buttons.
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Do you know the layers that wrap around the soul and which parts are the most difficult to remove?
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This is too deep for my understanding lol
but the photo is interesting! 🙂
ps
My wife’s mother and her mother (my wife’s grandmother) created a series of framed antique buttons that we have hanging in our house!
Your wife’s mother and her mother are creative people with valuable collections. I myself when a teenager had made various necklaces from buttons and then saved them as collections.
That is so cool my friend.
Ah expanding the conversation of the onion. I find it easier sometimes to deflect with humor than reveal who I am.
I would like to say I was a tootsie pop (hard outer shell, soft chewy center) but I know I am not. I wear my heart far outside my chewy center.
It is the part of me that cares about how people operate.
As what you know about my writing in general, and like this one, as a form of reflection, this writing merely tries to invite the reader to get to know and love themselves in the proper way. So it does not matter how friends think or respond to it which is important there are words here that are stored in our thinking and hopefully, in turn, will generate a movement within.
I do know and look forward to your posts because of that. Self-reflection and acceptance of my impact on the world is the most critical step in accepting where I am.
You are talking about is the meaning of life, right? It is also an understanding of the importance of leaving a legacy, at least for all who have known us, or as much as possible. People who uphold it certainly reflect the glory of the inner self.
The journey to me! After all if you haven’t been within yourself can you ever truly be outside?
Wait… I don’t really understand the essence of your question, but at least I would say that indeed if we were not born then we would never be outside, or if we were no longer inside then we would not exist anymore.
I think the button is really not a problem to replace, and only the garment is still useful dear Albert
Yes, my dear friend. That’s why I say “In certain circumstances” because in other cases the buttons can indeed be replaced, as long as they look same, as you say, but the soul which in this context likened to a button can’t be replaced, right?
I never that a button could make us think so deeply. Thanks for giving me the insight for doing so.
Thank you for your appreciation, my friend. I think so many small, simple and even invisible things can be very useful and valuable sources of insight.
A very interesting question. It invites much discussion and thought. We are more than clothing. Our bodies are more than mer clothing but our soul is worth much more than both.
It begs the question who am I? and my reply would be that I am who I am..
I am not God , I am not like any one else, I am myself.
Of course, clothing is only a parable.
As long as your answer satisfies your own question and search, it’s good and sufficient.
Thanks a lot for your thought, Pamela.
Very interesting post. I never thought about this, so I agree with your findings.
Thank you very much for your appreciation and of course because you agree with my opinion, dear friend.
We are like onions, with many many layers, I agree. Some get to peel back those layers and see our true self, if we choose that option. Others are never truly seen. As long as everything is in its place, all the buttons and zippers, etc., some people are never completely revealed.
I just read your post and the one thing you mention there is something that we almost can’t let go of from our selfhood without courage and full sincerity.
You caught that, I knew you would. I have always been a vey reserved and private person. All of the layers have never been completed peeled back.
I tell you, you have done a lot of things very well for yourself, the rest is just going through everything sincerely without refusing or expecting it. Continue, Carol. Carry on. I believe in your maturity and all blessing in disguise to you.