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the worth of the worthless



Being valued by a person we value the most is a valuable part in a person's existence. We simply found our purposes, wants, goals ... worth. It's just that we as human needs to be wanted by another person. With the things we have and the things we don't. Are we worthy?

Nobody is perfect, but we need these imperfections to stay on the ground. Everybody has the ego. The confidence that is beyond the right amount despite our shortcomings. We just have to take some reflections and deep self scrutiny to lessen the amount of over-pouring self-centeredness.  I, personally, admit that there are times that I look at myself as the top gunner, well in fact I was just a poor boastful little boy who needs the attention of the world. But there are also the moments that I feel alone, sad, and stressed that I almost dehydrate myself due to crying (just exaggerating).

Who can tell that we deserve the happiness and fulfillment that we have now? Are we worthy of the things that others do not have? 



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