The Rings - Reflection
I remember when I was young, around the age of sixteen, when my granny gave me her ring. I was far too immature to appreciate the beauty of it. My mother wanted the ring for herself but couldn’t say no to my granny who asked her if she could give it to me.
I took some sort of selfish pride in that and relished the fact that I had it and not my mother. My father asked me if I would give it to my mother since I had no enjoyment in the ring. However, I refused. It was mine.
As I grew older though I began to appreciate the beauty of the ring but more importantly the sentimental value behind it.
As for the other two rings, the smallest one was just something pretty to look at while the other ring had a much more powerful meaning to it. However, we were asked to tell a story around the idea of privacy. These rings for me are beautiful yes, but hold a strong value to me, on that I am never keen on sharing. I like to keep the meaning of them private because I believe that is the best way to cherish them. Though I suppose by posting the story of each ring on a social media website, they lose their privacy.
But I beg to differ. I don’t think that they do because the only things that alludes to the physicality of the rings is my description of them in my narrative. The audience only knows what they look like with their imagination and my description.
Overall, my privacy is personal. I don’t mind sharing certain things over whatever medium, but there are other things that I dislike informing other of a great deal, for instance the rings. What this says about me...I don’t know.