The Value of my soul in the Market Place

Lately, I have been trying to make sane of my existence. Is there any intrinsic value in being me in this market place of a world?

I know, I am not alone in this quest. I am persuaded I am not crazy in refusing to be called a vendor. I just hate to be commodified. 

I hate to sell anything to anyone. I can't promise anyone a future if they buy me. I figured I don't do much with people's gratitude who people look to me in the eye and ask, 'What is in me for them?'

I want love. I want to know I matter, beyond what I bring to the table.  I know every father has struggled with this stance.

Well, I am not for laziness and taking advantage of others. I value meaningful work. Bottom line is, nothing of my skills and' know how' consist of magic. I am not a magical creature.

In the meantime, I keep improving by one percent daily, in hope that in 70 days I will be twice as good in what I care about. This is just a mere concept to create a context where the life of my hopes is possible.

Mybe I may never reach there. Perhaps my life will be over before my family tree is changed. But for this I am sure, That if are connected, Then good things are bound to happen. 

Blessings! 

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