This morning's murder
hit my brain with the alarm.
Bhutto's death. My God.
So life is worthless.
That's my takeaway. She dies.
We all die. Don't we?
Last night I saw friends
and wanted to shrink, go away.
They feel foreign now.
I question value--
mine. What do I offer them?
ROI? None. Zilch.
Added value means gifts,
information, new insights.
I don't offer these.
My sadness is not
anyone's gift. And so I
don't know. I don't "add".
Bottom line, profits.
This is where I fall short, see?
I am judged useless.
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e,
we all question our 'value' from time to time, but it is not our call to evaluate our ROI, it is that of those we 'add' to.
as one of the latter, i so disagree w/this part of your prose:
Added value means gifts,
information, new insights.
I don't offer these.
the 'value' of gifts is what it means to the giver and acceptee.
we all have info to share at some point in our lives.
that info may bring new insight to others, whether or not we see it ourselves.
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