Wherein do we find our value?
I have a need to feel of value.
To be valued, as well. I can’t, however, find my value in being valued. In the gratitude or respect given to me, in return for, or in response to what I do.
Or how I perform.
Or what I produce.
It is true – we are being measured every day.
Employers apraise our performance.
Spouses put their spouses next to other people’s spouses and consider their own position or success or what they might call ‘happiness’, sometimes even discarding their spouses, in exchange for what they hope might be a better spouse, who would, no doubt, perform a little better.
Parents grant their children love and affection, acceptanc, in exchange for good behaviour.
Or compliance to their believed acceptable way of living.
Our value cannot reside in others’ opinion.
In their acceptance and aproval and complements.
If our value originated there, we would always be uncertain commodoties.
Easily discardable, should our value decrease, because of decreased performance and production.
Then an old man would have less value than a vigorous young man.
A blind man would have less value than one who could see.
An educated man, more value than one who was not able to learn and study and promote himself.
Then, we could comfortably choose to rid ourselves of those who are ‘less’ valuable.
And genocide becomes quite acceptable.
And generously killing old and sick and disabled people.
Or just shoving them out of sight, where they might not be so bothersome and burdensome.
The consequences of the belief that my value is derived from my performance and production, are rather disconcerting.
For me, my value, and yours, is vested in our being.
In our mere existence.
In the simple fact that we were born.
Exist, as the exquisite synergy between earth and wind, as we were woven into being in the womb of our mother.
Whether she wanted me, or not.
Whether she wants me now, or not.
Whether I am loved, or not.
Praised, or not.
Valued, or not.
Each one of us are immensely worthy.
Yes, even the murderer and the thief and the rapist who prowl to the destruction of others.
Even the Hitlers and Zumas of our time.
They don’t act from their value.
To the destruction of themselves and anyone they may reach.
But they are without a doubt immensely worthy.
It is when we see this value, which springs, not from us, but resides in us, which originates in our Origin, and infests our completeness, that we live lives of meaning.
It is when we come to understand that our value is disconected from feedback and opinion and performance and production, sewn into us by the incompressible hands of our Source who is also our Sourceror, the wellspring from whom life and love and happiness is given – it is then that our existence truly affect, not in the destructive grafitti manner of ‘great things being done’, but in the small seemingly inconsequential and I significant manner of daily being.
Where we are.
In love and peace.
Framing a broken world, so that happiness sprouts wherever we go.
Consider your own value perception.
Think about it.
Do you really think you are of greater value because of your accomplishments?
Or of lesser value, because of your lack thereof?
Consider seeing yourself from a different perspective.
The perspective of Them from Whom we Come.
And notice, over time, how this gift, of your undecreacable value, allows you to live with a new consistency.
A life consistent with who you are and have been and will be, from before time, ’till long after time dissipates.