Inanimate.

An ornament sits on the shelf. It is neither cherished or neglected. Its purpose unknown, yet it receives the prestige of being placed where its underlying significance is obvious. There is no question that this ornament holds sentimental value, but how much? How can people be so dispensable while inanimate objects are not? Or perhaps we make ourselves dispensable because we question the value of our worth and by persistent questioning, we lose our worth. Greed teaches us to be all-consuming, propriety guides us into moderation but uncertainty forces us to retreat. At the end of it all, one has to question why we allow others to appraise our worth? I am important to me even if I don't matter to you.

Disclaimer: Mysterious rants will not be explained.