What is your Worth?

The difference lies in perception. For an ordinary human being, who cannot understand extraordinary work of art, for example, a surrealist drawing that could be worthless. For an extraordinary artist who draws emotions on a portrait an ordinary man’s folly would be worth millions as he would draw them. The question lies in what is, not in who does or how. A standup comedian, putting forth all his anguish and disgust against himself, is worth lots for his producer, but nothing for himself.

Human being is severely conflicted. In hunt for true delight and emotions, and support and, so called, love he might be truly empathizing in terms of great human beings but brutal otherwise. Those who could build value for themselves that value remained a sum total of that provided by outsiders and those who thought are valued by outsiders are mocked by them.

It is so strange that everything is so flip sided, continuously crafting out scenarios for making oneself king of their own selves is done for others to see, and those who are made the kings continue to restrict themselves within the walls of gold and glasses because of an unending angst of being succumbed to the burden of being one.

Perhaps, the greatness and its currency are defined complimentarily by what people give in and by what one pay himself. Everyone is exclusive for others to be curious and inclusive for others to see what he shows off.
Sentiments, quite often make the most complex scenarios simple. A lonely guy sitting on a bench on a bus stop in a rainy evening might be waiting for a bus, or maybe he is reluctant to return to his place. That inherent generation of mystery for those surrounding him, will for generating sympathy and value, of being noticed and staying so, is perhaps an aftermath of being a human.

Whole lives are spent in calculating, building, raising it, of exhaustion and loneliness. This is probably meant to happen. After a while all that continues to exist is a photograph and nothing else, and all of us our worth that photograph, whether it is drawn or filmed and nothing more. Till then this unending process of being and making important will continue, probably in that process, we lost all of our own, we stopped considering that more than anyone, our existence matters most to us and in that simplistic materialistic frenzy it is quite possible that our reality allowed disparaging treatment to ourselves, and asking this question again and again and again, “What is your worth?”