Self worth


Who are the others to determine our worth? What even is a human worth- surely it can’t amount to any gold or silver, any sacrifice or offering.
And that’s what I try to tell myself. For all the times I was beaten down, forced into silence or oppressed, there is someone looking to be what I was, but they were afraid that if they didn’t scare me, they’d stand a chance. But equally, if someone gives me their time and effort, they’re probably ‘worth it’.
I delve deep into my soul looking for a quality, a trait that might define me- is it my unyielding kindness and compassion that I have built among the rocky ground? Or the courage and restraint that pulled me into and through every battle? Or even the resilience and will to carry on, to work for a purpose? I perhaps need not say it, but…

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Bangladesh Chittagong