What is Your Worth?

 It has only been a moment since I last wrote here. I want my writing to become a contribution of some sort, but inspiration and spirit are required to contribute with awareness. 

I have struggled with feeling worthless, and it occurs to me that a person's worth is often weighted by the productive contributions that person makes to society; how much concrete "work" that person performs to accomplish tasks that benefit others. Most view this dynamic in concrete terms, i.e., producing a product that can be marketed and sold.

Throughout my tragically long life, I have enjoyed many small moments where I labored: jobs in construction, yard work, cooking, journalism, multimedia, etc., yet what I value most has little to do with the work I've done. In fact, the work I've done or haven't done only seems to burden my conscience of late. It often seems meaningless, and sometimes it weighs on my conscience so heavily that I yearn for an end to my corporeal existence. The rapids of time seem only to exacerbate this issue. Each passing day is another opportunity to miss the mark, increasing the wages of sin.

Yet there is a glimmer of hope: perhaps the one talent I possess can become a gift with real dividends, and so I will share with you this one thought: I love you unconditionally. You are worthy of this gift.