Worth

At times, one may wonder if this life is worth living.

No matter how desperately make efforts, how earnestly create something again and again and again and again, none will respond at all in this society.

It is as if confronting a huge wall, which does not utter even a word and just stay still there.

It says nothing and obstructs one's way forward

No one heeds this voice.

A cold place, cold society.

Then, is it worth living?

Is it worth making efforts?

But there is nothing else to be able to be done.

Nothing else.

All that can be done is to do the thing one is doing.

Just going the way one is going.

If one looks around and only keeps concerned about others' eyes, one may lose confidence and see oneself as useless and worthless.

Then, don't look at them.

People may judge, but will never help.

What is the point to rely on them?

What is valuable is relative.

One can decide one's own value by oneself.

No matter how others may evaluate, criticize and ignore.

That is their problem, not one's own.

Let them do so whatever.

Just concentrate on one's own life.

Then, create to the heart's content.

No matter how dark and quiet the place may be.

It may be like living at the the bottom of the sea.

But as long as having a little light of hope and satisfaction, the life itself is worthwhile boundlessly.

Those living only worried about and totally servile to others' opinions may be living materially comfortable life, but spiritually in hell like slavery.

One can decide the worth of one's own life, not others

And perhaps hundreds or thousands years later, there could be a true friend who will understand the real worth of it.