value of an ordinary person

 If an ordinary person has value, then surely there must be value in what they express themselves. I don't think there's anything to need to express only what others are likely to value, as a shy to speak that what you have to say has no value.

When I saw someone state that they were only selecting valuable things from their experiences to write about on their blog, a question struck me.

Of course, marketers and creators who express themselves solely for commercial value would recognize that value is an exchange value that can be converted into money.

What I'm concerned about is an ordinary person who no longer has a social title or occupation. I think that a person's value is the value of their existence as a person. An ordinary person who lives an ordinary life, has no physical advantages, can't become an athlete, can't draw, write, or sing, isn't particularly intelligent, and doesn't have any hobbies or special skills that they're passionate about - does that person really have value as a person? If so, how can they get others to recognize that? Or is there no need for recognition?

If you saw an ordinary person like that suffering from serious self-loathing, what would you do? I would convince them that there is no need to worry at all. I want to encourage everyone, even those who are incompetent, have no friends, or have a weak and timid personality, that they can live freely. That may be the value of my life.

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