Worthless or Worth full?

Do you think that you have a worth? Or that your worth can be measured?

What if we stepped away from this way of measuring ourselves and the idea of having a worth at all?

It seems that the idea of having a worth was imposed on us to provoke shame and the neediness to seek for love or approval that than gave others control over who we were and what we did for / because of that.

It seems that this idea of worth is part of a commerce structure. A structure that had nothing to do with being human. A structure that enabled people to enslave others in various ways.

Even fighting for our worth is part of the same game. It is needed at times but we must not lose ourselves in it. We must remember it is a stage and a tool to step away of a self-reducing structure.

What if you dared to be who you are without trying to see who would love you for that?

Or who would admire or appreciate you for that? Or who would dislike you or reject you for that?

What if you could trust yourself completely? What if the notion that you will find what you want and long for in this life will be unshakable? What if rejections, expectations, jealousies, fears or failures, would not shake your ground? 

What if those moments would become what sharpens your wish and warms the intention that holds it?

What if you do not need to sell yourself to anyone? Not even to yourself?

This is a big and layered subject to deal with, I know.

 But I would like to offer you a surprising option to help you start and step out of the "worth-game".

Try to connect to and feel your bones. 

To step away of this worth- question, we need to feel the structure of who we are that holds all together. We need to start with our bones as they will allow us to better release all the social efforts we hold to fit in, be liked or prove ourselves.

Just for a moment feel your bones. They hold the time line of your life just like the trunk of a tree. It is almost as if perceiving our bones opens in us the notion of our complete life span and what it holds for us.

We can be trapped in so much effort and in so much doing, that we get lost in the details. In the stories and in the old wounds and fears.

Our bones, even if were broken, are holding a deep presence and an unbending state. When we go back to them, it allows us to build our presence again rather than our worth.