The Question of Value

What does it mean to live a life of value?

Not one wrapped in productivity or priced in skill for others,
but a life grounded in integrity, in grace, in truth.

Why is it that being someone of value can still feel invisible?

Why does the world seem to measure worth only by what we produce…
Not who we are.

When did our ability to bring in revenue become the currency of worth?

When did someone's value become something to be bought, sold, or proven?

We speak so often of value…
but more often than not, it's dressed in transaction.
A skill. A service. A sale.
Something useful for someone else.

But what if a person has nothing to sell you?
Nothing to give but their presence, their kindness, their quiet conviction to live well?

Is someone of lesser value simply because they do not wrap themselves in offerings for others?

Because they live aligned not to profit, but to purpose?

Why does a life lived with intention seem to count for less,
unless it can be monetised or marketed?

We forget, too easily, in this world of endless doing ,
that worth is not what we give others to use.
Worth is who we are when no one is watching.

Not the results.
Not the recognition.
But the quiet, unmeasured ways we live and love.

How we choose to honour truth.
How we walk through the world with care.
How we stand rooted, even when unseen.

Maybe that kind of value…the deep-rooted kind…
is the most precious of all.

Even if the world forgets to see it.
Even if it never makes a cent.