Hello everyone. The last few weeks have been filled with stress and depression. There isn’t really another way to put it. One of the main things that my brain has decided to focus on is worth. Self worth. Am I useless? What am I doing? I don’t have a purpose. Thoughts like that. I’m sorry if you’re feeling that way as well. I think it’s a very strange concept, self worth. The fact that some people are just inclined to think less of themselves is very strange. Why should one person think less of themselves because of their brains? It just seems unfair. Also, everyone does have worth, but our brains don’t process it. Maybe it’s something that our brains just developed evolutionarily to make us always try to be better, I’m not sure.  I would love input on this. I really want to figure this out. What defines worth, what is enough worth to make someone valuable enough to exist, stuff like that. I think it’s been on my mind because I haven’t been feeling of worth. Not sure. Regardless, I would really like to know what everyone thinks. Many poets and writers have addressed this problem. Some thinking no one is worth anything, others, everyone is full of worth, and others in between. But what is worth? Is it creating? Or only creating great work. Then what makes it great? Who determines it. It is such a vaporous and poorly defined idea yet it defines how we very exist and think of ourselves. I know that this hasn’t been a poem, but I hope you enjoyed my speculations today. Please tell me what you think.

To return soon,

Eleanor

2 thoughts on “Worth: A.D. November 16, 2018”

  1. That’s really interesting Eleanor, I’ve also thought about that. I’m not really sure about the scientific aspect, though I’m sure there have been studies done on it. I think worth is about making a difference in the world. It doesn’t matter how big or small, but doing anything that leaves the world a slightly better place makes you worth it.

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