The Collector

It’s easy to forget all the wonderful things when someone doesn’t appear to truly notice them. Does that make you less worthy or valuable? Or is it he that you should feel sorry for? Pity him for not taking care of something so valuable and extraordinary.

You saw him.

In rain and shine.

When he wasn’t great and when he was absolutely wonderful. You saw the beauty in him, so aren’t you the lucky one? So what that he didn’t appreciate you? Wouldn’t choose to love you back? Wouldn’t choose to let you love him?

Why can’t you get it that someday you will be seen and that someone will revel in your beauty—delight in you. Wouldn’t you rather have that? Rather than be someone’s last resort—second choice—back-up? YOU DESERVE WONDER.

He can’t deserve you when he doesn’t even realize the treasure he is holding.

Think about a collector. Say this collector loves Corot- just like you. He has scoured the earth looking for a missing Corot painting. Let’s say that Prince William actually owns this painting. It’s in a heap of painting—in a room that’s just full of forgotten paintings that have been lying around for centuries- gathering mold.

He’s maybe even seen it… walked by it a few times. But he’s never really SEEN it. It’s in Prince William’s possession but he doesn’t really deserve it, does he? He’s never stopped to dust it off and really look at it. See the gold-leafing and the stark, breath-taking contrast. The way the brush dips in and out between exact likeness and dreamy haziness. He doesn’t even know to appreciate that a master painter, Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot, HIMSELF, actually painted this painting! That HIS hands held the brush that rendered this work of art. That his eye scrutinized and beheld every detail- envisioning and implementing every aspect of fine beauty.

How could Prince William deserve this painting?! How could he, when he doesn’t even have a clue how valuable and beautiful it is?

He can not deserve it if he has barely even begun to appreciate it.

But the Collector.

He loves this painting—even though he has NEVER seen it. He searches and he waits. He won’t find it until it leaves Prince William’s room of Forgotten Paintings though.

The Collector knows that this beautiful painting exists and so he searches, and so he waits.

Loving something he has never even seen.