When I was a baby, I was worth the future dreams of my parents. As a child, I was worth the marks I got in my report card. For my friends, I was worth the toys I brought to the playing field. In college, I was worth the major I chose. In love, I was worth the times I made her feel good (and replaced when I ceased to do so). For my job, I was worth the money I made the company. At home currently, I’m worth the resources I consume and fail to replenish. As a husband and father, I will be worth the money I make (good thing I don’t plan to marry). For God, I’m worth the ‘net good karmas’ I do in this lifetime. After I die, I will be worth the spoils I leave behind…..
Is there no one who likes me just for being me?