A man’s worth could be his goal. He would have made it all up by himself. He would have planned everything. He would do anything. At some point, he would not be able to find the difference between his goal and his dream. They would be one and the same. He has to win all the time. Besides, it’s all to his own making. He is after all in control. To the end of his life, for what life is worth, he already created his own worth and that is what he is worth.
Thoughout history, to this day and on, men have always sought to find their own worth. A man would do his share of the work, would go to fight in the war, would settle to build a family or would travel the world to find his cause and purpose in life. A man would offer his time, his energy and, perhaps, even his own life in order to fulfill the drama that opens up the opportunity to prove that his life is never to be lived to waste or, at the very least, to be forgotten.
A man’s worth could be his choice. He would wait for the opportunity to knock or to fall on to him like a poop from a pigeon that doesn’t care. He would choose to go for it or wait for more. He would be rich with options and wait for some more. Then he reaches a point when he has to make a decision: he would have to choose only one — there can only be one. Once he has made his choice, he would do everything he can to prove his choice is right. He chose it. He would stick to it. Damn right he would even fight for it. To the end of his life, for what life is worth, he already chose his own worth and that is what he is worth.
A man’s worth could be his dream. It’s always there. He can choose to make it happen. He can wait. Or he can keep on dreaming. A dream can be so near and yet so far. It’s like a dilema with a hint of optimism so powerful it makes him cling to it — hanging on to that dream. Dreams make a man hope which keeps the dream alive. Hopefully, that dream could keep a man alive. To the end of his life, for what life is worth, he lives his dream and hope for the best for what he is worth and that is what he is worth.
A man’s worth could be his destiny. It comes to him and, at times, challenges him. He’d naturally play along. He has no goal to create. He has no choice to make. Everything just falls right in to place. All he has to do is to live through everything whatever, wherever, whenever and however destiny takes him. He flies with the wind. He rides the waves. He walks the path paved for him by whom he doesn’t need to know. There is nothing to seek. There is nothing to find. To the end of his life, for what life is worth, he knows nothing about his own worth and that is what he is worth.
What is out there worth living for? What is out there worth fighting for? What does life has to offer to make it worth living for? For all it’s worth, man has always chosen to live, has always planned to live, has always dreamed to live and has always let destiny guide him in order to live. We live our lives for what life is worth.. and that is exactly what man is worth.