Self-Depreciation

You are born with worth, but now you begin to confuse your existence.

Misinterpretation of value may be one of the most detrimental sicknesses of all time. We, the people, are more than we are yet less than what we should be. Our ability to maximize our wealth of consciousness is lacking—so much so, that we now walk with eyes closed. We do not realize the importance of self-worth—so we deplete our value. If the economic crisis has not taught us anything else, it is that the less value you have, the less you’re able to get in return.

Depletion of value begins in the mind. One has to believe that less is more and more is less. Those situational circumstances will create you and not the other way around. Believe that there is a barrier of entry to every possibility desired. The mind, that controls everything, will control you into believing that believing is not believing if you believe in beliefs. If you believe in the possibility of circumstances. If not believing, you are chaining the power of your mind. Binding your full-limitations to your blessings is like making an upward leap of faith—the only place to go is down.

Mind controls the body and what the mind thinks, the body does. The control that tells a bird it cannot fly. The control that whispers reasons for lack of ability. And the control that uses lust as a remunerable source of value—temporarily meant to satisfy the void of self-created worth. The process is repetitive in each and every one—the need to make due, uses sex as a feigned source of amplification. Mind controls the body into forgetting the apparent operations of depreciation.
No-how can you continuously use and not depreciate in value. That when bells of love and hope comes to your doorstep—bargain and exchange no longer includes bargain. Because of your minds’ utter disregard for the affect your forgetful promiscuity has on your diminishable value, you are destined for the bottom of the barrel.

Your spirit is that in which should be an untouchable source of existence; yet, tends to be the last step in complete depreciation. Your spirit, being the eminent center of your inceptive value, is the last to go. Your body is but a sponged vessel of ever-growth—the outer skin of your spirit’s resemblance. Depreciation will flow like dry oil from your mind, saturating your body, and filling your spirit with the composition of all things done: your ignorance of solemnly didactic blood. Your love for personal and intellectual depletions. Your tendency to lust for touch. Your deception to others. Your lackadaisical nature. Your worrisome mind for worthless individuals. Your cocky. Your stupidity. Your obsession with narcotics. Your belief that prayer without self-effort will suffice.

The composition of all things depreciation will leave you worthless. Then you die.