If I Sold You On the Black Market


This is for everyone who ever though they weren’t worth anything.

We often underestimate the value of human potential, of our own potential.  Self deprecation is the law of the land of the misfit toys (i.e. us) and to this, we conform.

Ideals have perpetrated the very fabric of our existence. It’s always about the flaws and quite honestly, I am fed up. Consider this, a rant of sorts, and do bear with me, as I continue to give you reasons, why I think you are worth it.

Let’s go back to a little 9th grade economics, where we learned about people as resources. We learned that when a person possesses skill, and is in a position to utilize that skill, the person can be classified as a human resource, who will add to the National Income.

What this means is, all of you present here, are human resources. You’re all literally bundles of joy and happiness and sugar and spice and let’s not forget- capital.

Our friendly, neighbourhood, Stanford economists have demonstrated that the average value of a year of quality human life is actually close to about $129,000.

That’s 82,24,395 rupees, a year.

That’s approximately equal to the value of someone gifting you a PS4, everyday for a year.

And that is just your quantifiable worth.

I once read somewhere, that we think we’re made of numbers, which I find, to be very true. Human beings quantify everything, because money is the only language we ALL understand.  We think we’re made of percentages on a test. Pounds on a scale, likes on a photo, price tags on clothes.

But we’re not. We are made of love and happiness and things like the way we laugh. We’re made of good memories and late nights and past curfews. We have more substance than numbers.

And I know, this sounds terribly cliché (guys, it’s off tumblr), but it’s true.

I have found in my own experience, a person’s laugh is priceless. And not just in the funny way. I cannot possibly compute the economic value of it. The experience of giving to someone such immense joy, that they can’t even contain it, is absolutely magnificent.

And quite honestly, the degree of validation we crave as a race is most beautifully satisfied by such acts. It is believed we are born with preconceived notions of nobility, virtue, purity, justice and the like. I leave the dispute over the legitimacy of this belief for another day. But my point is, it really is the little things that matter the most to us.

So if you feel you’re not worth anything, I demand you to explore yourself. Everybody has the right to know who they are, so exploit this right. Introspect for days on end, until you discover yourself. And when you do, I ask of you to treat this person the way you would handle something you love. And practice this till you fall in love with the little voice inside your head.

And if you already do love it, well, life’s a little simpler for you- all you need to do, is remind yourself, that you are here, and you are alive, and if someone was to sell you on the black market, they’d join the rich 1% of our world.

Love yourself, and rejoice in the knowledge of your soul. And you will find, the more you get to know yourself, the easier it is for you love those around you, too. I like to believe our environment is a reflection of what’s inside our head. Therefore, cleanse yourself. This will help you develop your true, ineffaceable worth, that nobody can take away, or quantify.

And you know its legit when you can’t measure it. Like the value of a hug. And sleepy puppies.

Lusha J
Author: Lusha Jetley


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