Value

I really enjoy my work. Maybe too much. Perhaps it's because I feel as if I am fulfilling my duty, or because it adds purpose to my life. But I feel like I have dedicated my life to my work, though I think I've always been that way to some degree.

Progress is beautiful.

I am satisfied with where my life is now.

I have a job that I love; that keeps me busy. I work alongside other smart, dynamic people. I work for a business that is moderately stable in the current fluctuating markets. My car is doing fairly well considering how many miles are on it. I have a house. Many people would agree with me that I am comparatively successful. But that is nothing new to this blog.

And yet, there are those that would perhaps find changes were necessary, or at least suggested, in order to make me more complete. Or make me more complete in their eyes. In order to add value to me. Or to them?

But what is value even defined as? I recently went to a seminar where a multi-millionaire said that every person inherently has value. This I don't disagree with. But value is much more than that; value is in the eye of the beholder; one man's trash is another man's treasure; and so on. Are the changes proposed to my life adding value to me? Or are they adding value to the person to which is beholding me (and actually detracting from the value that I consider myself worth)?

I don't have a girlfriend. I have no prospect at marriage. I have no possibility of kids. At this moment.

Those facts don't bother me that much.

I have a linear income job. I like what I'm doing. I have no desire to change my source of income. At this moment.

Those facts don't bother me at all.

I am continually learning and improving myself. I am making excellent mistakes. I am successful. At this moment.

Those facts are what I expect. So at this momentary instance, I'm good. Right?

LBI

Pictures from Long Beach Island, Labor Day weekend, are uploaded here.